FS uhh FS uhh
I'm about to send my location
Yeah
Aye I'm in the booth tho bra just text me
My baby said she love me
I'm going 85 in a 45 you gotta keep up
Brand new beamer x6 f*cked up my re up
I'm riding around I got one in the head
This the way I gotta live a couple niggas want me dead
If she wanna f*ck that bitch going to open her legs
To tell the truth Im staying down Im trying get to the bread
I'm riding with my niggas right or wrong til Im dead
She ain't no stay down you f*cked up and she fled
You ain't put in no work you don't know bout the hustle
Call the play don't need no huddle got this shit off the muscle
That bitch say she love you I swear she don't love you (She don't)
Screaming f*ck the justice system breaking the law
Once he cross paths then we taking him off
If you still love me it don't cost a thing to just call
If I'm f*cked up I won't switch on my dogs
When them backends come in taking trips to the mall
My OGs let me do me on the dribble I ball
My niggas keep on saying I'm ahead of my time
They got too much to say but they on the sideline
I rolling up this OG and I'm higher then the stars
In the summer we going to kill em with foreign cars
The system keep on putting my niggas behind bars
Bad bitch keep on eyeing me I'm going to throw bro the lob
I been got off my ass remeber them times I had to rob
I'm in some deep shit I pray I beat my charge
This shipment coming and its way more then large
I been got off the porch ma said go get a job
I tell her I'm still up we light it up when they enter
Got be low key when I slide I pull up four sprinters
OG gas boof need the scent just admit it
I'm riding around I got one in the head
This the way I gotta live a couple niggas want me dead
If she wanna f*ck that bitch going to open her legs
To tell the truth Im staying down Im trying get to the bread
I'm riding with my niggas right or wrong til Im dead
She ain't no stay down you f*cked up and she fled
I'm riding around I got one in the head
This the way I gotta live a couple niggas want me dead
If she wanna f*ck that bitch going to open her legs
To tell the truth I'm staying down I'm trying get to the bread
I'm riding with my niggas right or wrong til I'm dead
She ain't no stay down you f*cked up and she fled
Uhh
FS FS
Uhh
FSO GUNK - 85 In A 45 Lyrics
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FS uhh FS uhh
I'm about to send my location
Yeah
Aye I'm in the booth tho bra just text me
My baby said she love me
I'm going 85 in a 45 you gotta keep up
Brand new beamer x6 f*cked up my re up
I'm riding around I got one in the head
This the way I gotta live a couple niggas want me dead
If she wanna f*ck that bitch going to open her legs
To tell the truth Im staying down Im trying get to the bread
I'm riding with my niggas right or wrong til Im dead
She ain't no stay down you f*cked up and she fled
You ain't put in no work you don't know bout the hustle
Call the play don't need no huddle got this shit off the muscle
That bitch say she love you I swear she don't love you (She don't)
Screaming f*ck the justice system breaking the law
Once he cross paths then we taking him off
If you still love me it don't cost a thing to just call
If I'm f*cked up I won't switch on my dogs
When them backends come in taking trips to the mall
My OGs let me do me on the dribble I ball
My niggas keep on saying I'm ahead of my time
They got too much to say but they on the sideline
I rolling up this OG and I'm higher then the stars
In the summer we going to kill em with foreign cars
The system keep on putting my niggas behind bars
Bad bitch keep on eyeing me I'm going to throw bro the lob
I been got off my ass remeber them times I had to rob
I'm in some deep shit I pray I beat my charge
This shipment coming and its way more then large
I been got off the porch ma said go get a job
I tell her I'm still up we light it up when they enter
Got be low key when I slide I pull up four sprinters
OG gas boof need the scent just admit it
I'm riding around I got one in the head
This the way I gotta live a couple niggas want me dead
If she wanna f*ck that bitch going to open her legs
To tell the truth Im staying down Im trying get to the bread
I'm riding with my niggas right or wrong til Im dead
She ain't no stay down you f*cked up and she fled
I'm riding around I got one in the head
This the way I gotta live a couple niggas want me dead
If she wanna f*ck that bitch going to open her legs
To tell the truth I'm staying down I'm trying get to the bread
I'm riding with my niggas right or wrong til I'm dead
She ain't no stay down you f*cked up and she fled
Uhh
FS FS
Uhh
I'm about to send my location
Yeah
Aye I'm in the booth tho bra just text me
My baby said she love me
I'm going 85 in a 45 you gotta keep up
Brand new beamer x6 f*cked up my re up
I'm riding around I got one in the head
This the way I gotta live a couple niggas want me dead
If she wanna f*ck that bitch going to open her legs
To tell the truth Im staying down Im trying get to the bread
I'm riding with my niggas right or wrong til Im dead
She ain't no stay down you f*cked up and she fled
You ain't put in no work you don't know bout the hustle
Call the play don't need no huddle got this shit off the muscle
That bitch say she love you I swear she don't love you (She don't)
Screaming f*ck the justice system breaking the law
Once he cross paths then we taking him off
If you still love me it don't cost a thing to just call
If I'm f*cked up I won't switch on my dogs
When them backends come in taking trips to the mall
My OGs let me do me on the dribble I ball
My niggas keep on saying I'm ahead of my time
They got too much to say but they on the sideline
I rolling up this OG and I'm higher then the stars
In the summer we going to kill em with foreign cars
The system keep on putting my niggas behind bars
Bad bitch keep on eyeing me I'm going to throw bro the lob
I been got off my ass remeber them times I had to rob
I'm in some deep shit I pray I beat my charge
This shipment coming and its way more then large
I been got off the porch ma said go get a job
I tell her I'm still up we light it up when they enter
Got be low key when I slide I pull up four sprinters
OG gas boof need the scent just admit it
I'm riding around I got one in the head
This the way I gotta live a couple niggas want me dead
If she wanna f*ck that bitch going to open her legs
To tell the truth Im staying down Im trying get to the bread
I'm riding with my niggas right or wrong til Im dead
She ain't no stay down you f*cked up and she fled
I'm riding around I got one in the head
This the way I gotta live a couple niggas want me dead
If she wanna f*ck that bitch going to open her legs
To tell the truth I'm staying down I'm trying get to the bread
I'm riding with my niggas right or wrong til I'm dead
She ain't no stay down you f*cked up and she fled
Uhh
FS FS
Uhh
Writer: Tyree Richardson
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