[Intro: FMB DZ]
(Getta Beats)
Hmm, we hit that n***a block, gon' let off eighty
I heard they put some money on my baby
I heard they put some money on my baby
I heard they put some money on my baby
I'm 'bout to drop a bag in the streets and go crazy
Hmm

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
This shit like Call of Duty in real life, bitch, we the military
We the reason all them pussy n***as in them cemeteries
You can't get to me, I'm higher up, n***a, I'm legendary
I tell no lies, my young n***as slide, I get n***as buried
Get a n***a dropped, I'ma pay the fee to get him gone
Hit him in his top, I just wanna make sure he get home
Made him flip his car, he fucked around and fractured every bone
I heard he broke his neck, don't show no disrespect, we ain't gon' go for that
If a hit on 'em, they gon' sit on 'em before they get on 'em
They hopped out with two bad bitches, they had the switch on 'em
They got scopes on 'em with the flashlight, they ain't gon' miss nothin'
Lights out, now all a n***a hear is the machine bustin'
He say he got some killers? I got killers too, so that don't mean nothin'
Hit his block around 3 o'clock, nobody seen nothin'
Brodie got that bad motherfucker with that curve in it
Smokin' in a 2020 Benz, hittin' serves in it
[Chorus: FMB DZ]
If a hit on 'em, they gon' sit on 'em before they get on 'em
They hopped out with two bad bitches, they had the switch on 'em
They got scopes on 'em with the flashlight, they ain't gon' miss nothin'
Lights out, now all a n***a hear is the machine bustin'

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Yeah, n***a, I'll press somethin'
Yeah, I'll dead somethin', huh, be done left somethin'
Had to put some money on a bitch
I got mad 'cause she tried to say she wasn't suckin' dick
I left out the trap and I didn't forget the clip, huh
I'm about my racks, boy, I gotta get the strips, huh
You ain't gotta ask, boy, I'm always with the shits
Hit him in his shit, he ain't 'bout shit, aww shit
Huh, my lil' n***a extra dirty, 'bout to do you dirty, huh
He got thirty on him right now, actin' like he thirty
The game older, AK-47 gon' inside-out his jersey
Huh, get right about that murder
Huh, we sound like Silver Surfer, huh
Ain't no more old man, bitch, I'm— hold on
Ain't no more old man, bitch, I'm off that, uh
Hit them hoes with two hands, get your jaw crack—, nah
Hit his ass with the two hands, get your jaw cracked

[Chorus: FMB DZ]
If a hit on 'em, they gon' sit on 'em before they get on 'em
They hopped out with two bad bitches, they had the switch on 'em
They got scopes on 'em with the flashlight, they ain't gon' miss nothin'
Lights out, now all a n***a hear is the machine bustin'