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[Hook: FMG Dez]
We just trynna get more(3xs)
Pocket fulla blue face hundos
We just trynna get more my nigga(3xs)
Pocket fulla blue face hundos
We just trynna get more my nigga(3xs)
Pocket fulla blue face hundos
We just trynna get more my nigga(3xs)
[Verse 1: FMG Dez]
Pocket fulla blue face hundos
Tryna get more ASAP, pronto
Wild life shit like I’m in the congo
Real laid back grew up in a condo
Check out my stats, assisting like Rondo
Giving out packs, money come back
ASAP pronto and I’m a trap
Cruising the streets with two phones on my lap
Killin’ this bitch hop out in black, checker board shit
Damier swag
Hugo Boss shit, dude you lost it
Runnin’ these streets can’t you see I’m exhausted
Sneak dissin’ ass niggas man I’m insulted
Made Man Dez, my name been exalted
Doin my thing on these streets
Do my thing on these beats, so the cops keep an angle on me
Bossed up like Vato from American Me
Dope dealers all in my family tree
A brick of smack is a grammy to me
Your girl pussy is Miami to me
My remix game Jermaine Dupree
Cut game just like Kid Capri
Balenciaga sneaks all on my feet
Niggas keep tryna keep angles on me
Bitches keep tryna put strangles on me
Predator, like its a bangle in me
Eye of a Tiger, heart made of fire
Know she don’t love me, these bitches liars
She just recognize my face from a flyer
Did I mention a foreign car driver
Did I mention designer clothes buyer
Lunch at Benihana’s, bitch look like Mya
[Hook]
[Verse 2: FMG Nell]
I’m too insane, I just stay in my lane
Ain’t a damn thing goin’ change
Yea I’m in the trap, yea I got a post up game
But I can either use a hook or a fade
It come in different ways
Jungle full of snakes and the slaves
Shit [?] when you look at these days
I’m just trying to find ways
To keep myself focused and pray „ol’ bitch nigga stay in your lane”
It really ain’t a game
Code of silence, I don’t say a name
Only trust a nigga far as his range
It’s hard to explain, me and my niggas untamed
Same situation, shit the same
So I gotta keep it a hunnit, when it come to getting’ fuckin’ money
Gotta feelin’ in my stomach say I want it
Ain’t no other way to cut it
Stuff big [?] in these dutches
Entice myself to hunt money, I don’t think you niggas want it
So I’m only speaking for the real
Maintain when you working on your drill
We tryin’ see a mil
Design, you woulda thought I had a deal
But the [?] I’m in the field
Man this [?] shit real
Bred from a cloth couldn’t fold (nope)
Bred from animal couldn’t squeal (nope)
Man, this you gotta feel
I already know you peeped the scene
We them blue face hunnit dolla bills
We them hunnit doll bills
[Hook]
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