FS Uhh
Say you going slide, is you with it or not
You say that you love me but leave me to rot
You want some gas, get that shit on the spot
Bitch switched up and it broke my heart
Dracos & ARs don't pull in this lot
You try to spin and your car getting stopped
Copped the FN I got tired of the Glock
These bullets I got they going tear him apart
448 on the scale I ain't punching the clock
They say that we beefing, aint sending no shots
I aint fighting but I beat up the block
Yellow tape and white chalk
We going creep on a opp
All our targets get touched we going reach all our opps
I'm riding a Honda I keep me a weapon
Opps getting bigger I got me a FN
They call me the reverend we sending out blessings
Plug said he gone but I need me a 8th
Gotta watch I step I'm surrounded by snakes
Go out Cali, they say numbers low on the plates
Feel like f*ck the designer, I'd rather wear bape
Get 'em gone, pull a move, get out the A
F*ck with the Bentleys, I ride in a Wraith
Roll up Biscotti shit cost me that bag
I'm rolling Biscotti shit cost me that bag
Opps outside then we crushing them all
P's coming in, get em gone by tomorrow
I was down on my ass and I swear you aint call
Bought some Dior I forgot what it cost
You priceless, I spend a lot at the mall
Gang shit, spray FSO on the wall
Pour deuce in a Faygo, aint talking John Wall
She say I ain't shit, let me beat it up raw
I step in the room and she dropping her drawls
Just made a big play count it up in the loft
These niggas be runners but I am the boss
Packs touch down, get em gone on the south
My bitch benching weight and she helping me out
They think I'm AB cause Im changing the route
ARP hold 100 we taking em down
Don't fall in too deep cause I swear you can drown
Pulling a move, hide the stick in the ground
Life switched up since I touched a pound
Don't feel right if I ain't got lots of rounds
He try to backdoor Boog gunning him down
He try to backdoor Boog gunning him down
He gunning him down, man down
Say you going slide, is you with it or not
You say that you love me but leave me to rot
You want some gas, get that shit on the spot
Bitch switched up and it broke my heart
Dracos & ARs don't pull in this lot
You try to spin and your car getting stopped
Copped the FN I got tired of the Glock
These bullets I got they going tear him apart
448 on the scale I ain't punching the clock
They say that we beefing, aint sending no shots
I ain't fighting but I beat up the block
Yellow tape and white chalk
We going creep on a opp
All our targets get touched we going reach all our opps
I'm riding a Honda I keep me a weapon
Opps getting bigger I got me a FN
They call me the reverend we sending out blessings
FSO GUNK - 448 Lyrics
FSO GUNK - 448 Lyrics
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FS Uhh
Say you going slide, is you with it or not
You say that you love me but leave me to rot
You want some gas, get that shit on the spot
Bitch switched up and it broke my heart
Dracos & ARs don't pull in this lot
You try to spin and your car getting stopped
Copped the FN I got tired of the Glock
These bullets I got they going tear him apart
448 on the scale I ain't punching the clock
They say that we beefing, aint sending no shots
I aint fighting but I beat up the block
Yellow tape and white chalk
We going creep on a opp
All our targets get touched we going reach all our opps
I'm riding a Honda I keep me a weapon
Opps getting bigger I got me a FN
They call me the reverend we sending out blessings
Plug said he gone but I need me a 8th
Gotta watch I step I'm surrounded by snakes
Go out Cali, they say numbers low on the plates
Feel like f*ck the designer, I'd rather wear bape
Get 'em gone, pull a move, get out the A
F*ck with the Bentleys, I ride in a Wraith
Roll up Biscotti shit cost me that bag
I'm rolling Biscotti shit cost me that bag
Opps outside then we crushing them all
P's coming in, get em gone by tomorrow
I was down on my ass and I swear you aint call
Bought some Dior I forgot what it cost
You priceless, I spend a lot at the mall
Gang shit, spray FSO on the wall
Pour deuce in a Faygo, aint talking John Wall
She say I ain't shit, let me beat it up raw
I step in the room and she dropping her drawls
Just made a big play count it up in the loft
These niggas be runners but I am the boss
Packs touch down, get em gone on the south
My bitch benching weight and she helping me out
They think I'm AB cause Im changing the route
ARP hold 100 we taking em down
Don't fall in too deep cause I swear you can drown
Pulling a move, hide the stick in the ground
Life switched up since I touched a pound
Don't feel right if I ain't got lots of rounds
He try to backdoor Boog gunning him down
He try to backdoor Boog gunning him down
He gunning him down, man down
Say you going slide, is you with it or not
You say that you love me but leave me to rot
You want some gas, get that shit on the spot
Bitch switched up and it broke my heart
Dracos & ARs don't pull in this lot
You try to spin and your car getting stopped
Copped the FN I got tired of the Glock
These bullets I got they going tear him apart
448 on the scale I ain't punching the clock
They say that we beefing, aint sending no shots
I ain't fighting but I beat up the block
Yellow tape and white chalk
We going creep on a opp
All our targets get touched we going reach all our opps
I'm riding a Honda I keep me a weapon
Opps getting bigger I got me a FN
They call me the reverend we sending out blessings
Say you going slide, is you with it or not
You say that you love me but leave me to rot
You want some gas, get that shit on the spot
Bitch switched up and it broke my heart
Dracos & ARs don't pull in this lot
You try to spin and your car getting stopped
Copped the FN I got tired of the Glock
These bullets I got they going tear him apart
448 on the scale I ain't punching the clock
They say that we beefing, aint sending no shots
I aint fighting but I beat up the block
Yellow tape and white chalk
We going creep on a opp
All our targets get touched we going reach all our opps
I'm riding a Honda I keep me a weapon
Opps getting bigger I got me a FN
They call me the reverend we sending out blessings
Plug said he gone but I need me a 8th
Gotta watch I step I'm surrounded by snakes
Go out Cali, they say numbers low on the plates
Feel like f*ck the designer, I'd rather wear bape
Get 'em gone, pull a move, get out the A
F*ck with the Bentleys, I ride in a Wraith
Roll up Biscotti shit cost me that bag
I'm rolling Biscotti shit cost me that bag
Opps outside then we crushing them all
P's coming in, get em gone by tomorrow
I was down on my ass and I swear you aint call
Bought some Dior I forgot what it cost
You priceless, I spend a lot at the mall
Gang shit, spray FSO on the wall
Pour deuce in a Faygo, aint talking John Wall
She say I ain't shit, let me beat it up raw
I step in the room and she dropping her drawls
Just made a big play count it up in the loft
These niggas be runners but I am the boss
Packs touch down, get em gone on the south
My bitch benching weight and she helping me out
They think I'm AB cause Im changing the route
ARP hold 100 we taking em down
Don't fall in too deep cause I swear you can drown
Pulling a move, hide the stick in the ground
Life switched up since I touched a pound
Don't feel right if I ain't got lots of rounds
He try to backdoor Boog gunning him down
He try to backdoor Boog gunning him down
He gunning him down, man down
Say you going slide, is you with it or not
You say that you love me but leave me to rot
You want some gas, get that shit on the spot
Bitch switched up and it broke my heart
Dracos & ARs don't pull in this lot
You try to spin and your car getting stopped
Copped the FN I got tired of the Glock
These bullets I got they going tear him apart
448 on the scale I ain't punching the clock
They say that we beefing, aint sending no shots
I ain't fighting but I beat up the block
Yellow tape and white chalk
We going creep on a opp
All our targets get touched we going reach all our opps
I'm riding a Honda I keep me a weapon
Opps getting bigger I got me a FN
They call me the reverend we sending out blessings
Writer: Tyree Richardson
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