FGE (feat. DG & Swaggy Gzz)

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Red Dirt

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Like grrrah, like grrrah
Grrrah, grrrah

F.A.P
Swag Gzz, Swag Gzz
Swag Gzz, Swag Gzz, Swag Gzz
Grrrah, grrrah

Swag Gzz ima 70 Baby
You already know that I tote 380
Tryna play me
Well I'ma just up it and boom it cuz that's how they raised me

Told Stacey
Any nigga run up
Then I'm shootin Trey 5 like I'm KD

And I'm brushing these n****s too wavy
You already know the we sauce em like gravy
And they hate me
When I'm up in the court Man, I feel like I'm them
They tryna play me

Got a bad lil b***h named Katie
The way that she suck you know she tryna taste
38 special you know it got no safety
When I dap up my mans I say safety

Like, how's y'all n****s gon' play me
Big Swag Gzz ima FAP Baby
Ayo Red, think it's time

That we get to the green like it's lime
Remember days, we was flippin' them dimes
Now I'm thinkin' it's time that we all about to shine

N***a, I let shit spark
Push up on me I creep through the dark
N****s be talkin' that shit
N***a ran up and got hit with this blick

Like, DG make n****s run rick
N****s on the net, Talkin' that shit

F.G., F.A.P. like a blunt we lit,
F*ck 12, we doin' burnouts in the Vic
D.G. that's my blood, you know he with the shits
And Jay got a drum with a beam on a stick

F.A.P.'s spin the block and the opps runnin rick
I'm totin that 50 like I'm John Wick
And we playin' with cash like we just hit a lick
Swear to God, if I lose one of mine, I'll be sick

Got the grip in the whip
We gon' take a lil' trip round the block
Hit the opp and make him do a flip
N***a, we let it go, we don't stop till it click

Jah gon' pick up the cash do the dash in the Vic
You ain't FG then stop jackin' our shit
Man the block need a cone all the opps in the spliff
Snapchat, got that boy on the map

Lil' dummy ain't know that we tracked him
In that Zilla black trim with black rims
Ride through the Ave, he ain't know that we passed him
Shootin' flames down the block, make it hot

Then I put on the ski, but D.G. got a black fitted brim
Hop out of the V with the strap, like
Bang, bang
Head tap to the brain, we done capped him

Bang, bang
Grrttt, bow, bow, bow
F.G.E  we gon' put on a show
Bitch you f*ck with F.G., boy you know we gon' throw

Red dirt on the beat, you can't f*ck with this flow
Man, I stay with them hitters, they always on go, like
And they know red the heart of the city
Posted on the block countin hunnits and fifties

On a jet doing shows down in Philly
Him and DG boutta sign for a Milly
They might hate me I bet they won't kill me
You better think twice boy FG gon be with me

N***a, I let shit spark
Push up on me I creep through the dark
N****s be talkin' that shit
N***a ran up and got hit with this blick

Like, DG make n****s run rick
N****s on the net, Talkin' that shit

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