[Bridge]
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[Interlude: FBG Young]
Young
Uh-huh
Let's do it
L's

[Verse 1: FBG Young]
Uh, I'm fly like four wings
Money in my pocket got me leaning, no codeine
My pockets fat, your cash limited
Whole team of milli killers, on a one a million shit
Boy, it's on if you snooze
Glock thirsty for the change and I'm thirsty for the jewels
Posted in front of Jimmy's, where them "L's up" guys at
Be talking silly, I think you tryna get whacked
FBG, we on the grind, we on the fucking pay
It's L's or shells if you ain't from the trey
Boy, I'm on like a lightbulb
.45 getting stuck in that jam like a nightclub

[Bridge]
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[Interlude: FBG Duck]
Uh
Let's get it
Fly Boy Gang

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
I'm so hot, got them hatеrs like, "Goddammit" (Uh-huh)
I'm a giant to these n***as, Eli Manning (Go)
Hе a waste of time, plus he a fucking shorty
Squeeze at his knees just to watch him do the fucking 40 (Uh)
Your boy icy from the Joe-Joe
They heard "Fly Boy Gang," them boys like, "Oh, no" (What?)
We the landlord of the buildings, n***a (Let's get it)
We'll surround your whole crib, a million n***as (Uh)
He think he hot, but my flow stupid (Stupid)
I got something to make him shuffle, no Cupid
Your boy on like a light switch
Stay with the toolie, never catch me on no fighting shit (L's)

[Bridge]
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[Interlude: FBG Dutchie]
Ayy

[Verse 3: FBG Dutchie]
This shit will never stop (Yeah)
Engaged to the money 'cause I fell in love with knots (I did)
Goofy, how could you take a n***a spot?
If you try to take something, you can take a fucking shot (Boom)
Crazy, front arm waving over pots
Hand waving with a Glock, up the stage, them on the top (Let's go)
Baby, can you lick the glazing off my cock?
Bubba Kush and Cîroc 'cause I'm paid and I'm hot
Blazing, your boy freezing from the screws
Screw a n***a with the tool, Polo boots with the Trues
Amazing, but I'ma keep it simple
Bullets to his face, bet he think he got dimples
She say, "Boss, you a real king"
Foolie got the toolie and he only came to kill things
All bark, no spark, I guess that's what a drill mean
St. Lawrence, the murder gang, six-trey kill team
[Interlude: FBG Dutchie]
Move, n***a

[Bridge]
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