I just might hop in a car and go cut up in traffic
Road ragin' me, but I don't know what happened
Dress to impress, I get clean when I'm rapping
FMG drippy, might need him a napkin
I ain't the one so please don't play with me
Want you feature I'm charging a fee
Alphabet shit I just flew to the A
So why would I ever go trip boutta B
Called me and asked can I hop on a song
Schedule real busy hold on lemme see (C)
Shorty look bad when she rocking that thong
Breaking her back when I give her the D
I went so hard and left none in the tank
Look like the gas in the car been on E
Don't really care give a F what you think
FMGFreddie a motherf*cking G
Whipping in foreigns, it ain't? Then its boring
The way I be moving is too quick
The way that I hop on a track, and put shit on my back
They be thinking I'm too sick
I'm moving to tac, so I cant ever lack
Niggas caught up in doing the cool shit
They hear me these niggas ouu shit
This rapping shit stuck like a gluestick
Waiting to see how these motherf*ckers audible me like a football team (Uh)
Niggas don't wanna start crossing the line
I'll be turning 'em all into a tee (Uh)
I just wanna go hard in this game see where I'll be (Uh)
Raps in my blood and it's going through me
Getting sick of what these niggas showing to me
And I took it and ran, had to hop in the booth
Music so loud that I tore up the roof
FMGFreddie might pour up a deuce
Quadruple the cups had double it to
Niggas be swearing they homies and think that they know me
They know that I talk 'bout the truth
Niggas be telling they coming up stories
Well FMG came outta poverty too
I just might hop in a car and go cut up in traffic
Road ragin' me, but I don't know what happened
Dress to impress, I get clean when I'm rapping
FMG drippy, might need him a napkin
I ain't the one so please don't play with me
Want you feature I'm charging a fee
Alphabet shit I just flew to the A
So why would I ever go trip boutta B
Called me and asked can I hop on a song
Schedule real busy hold on lemme see (C)
Shorty look bad when she rocking that thong
Breaking her back when I give her the D
I went so hard and left none in the tank
Look like the gas in the car been on E
Don't really care give a F what you think
FMGFreddie a motherf*cking G
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I just might hop in a car and go cut up in traffic
Road ragin' me, but I don't know what happened
Dress to impress, I get clean when I'm rapping
FMG drippy, might need him a napkin
I ain't the one so please don't play with me
Want you feature I'm charging a fee
Alphabet shit I just flew to the A
So why would I ever go trip boutta B
Called me and asked can I hop on a song
Schedule real busy hold on lemme see (C)
Shorty look bad when she rocking that thong
Breaking her back when I give her the D
I went so hard and left none in the tank
Look like the gas in the car been on E
Don't really care give a F what you think
FMGFreddie a motherf*cking G
Whipping in foreigns, it ain't? Then its boring
The way I be moving is too quick
The way that I hop on a track, and put shit on my back
They be thinking I'm too sick
I'm moving to tac, so I cant ever lack
Niggas caught up in doing the cool shit
They hear me these niggas ouu shit
This rapping shit stuck like a gluestick
Waiting to see how these motherf*ckers audible me like a football team (Uh)
Niggas don't wanna start crossing the line
I'll be turning 'em all into a tee (Uh)
I just wanna go hard in this game see where I'll be (Uh)
Raps in my blood and it's going through me
Getting sick of what these niggas showing to me
And I took it and ran, had to hop in the booth
Music so loud that I tore up the roof
FMGFreddie might pour up a deuce
Quadruple the cups had double it to
Niggas be swearing they homies and think that they know me
They know that I talk 'bout the truth
Niggas be telling they coming up stories
Well FMG came outta poverty too
I just might hop in a car and go cut up in traffic
Road ragin' me, but I don't know what happened
Dress to impress, I get clean when I'm rapping
FMG drippy, might need him a napkin
I ain't the one so please don't play with me
Want you feature I'm charging a fee
Alphabet shit I just flew to the A
So why would I ever go trip boutta B
Called me and asked can I hop on a song
Schedule real busy hold on lemme see (C)
Shorty look bad when she rocking that thong
Breaking her back when I give her the D
I went so hard and left none in the tank
Look like the gas in the car been on E
Don't really care give a F what you think
FMGFreddie a motherf*cking G
Road ragin' me, but I don't know what happened
Dress to impress, I get clean when I'm rapping
FMG drippy, might need him a napkin
I ain't the one so please don't play with me
Want you feature I'm charging a fee
Alphabet shit I just flew to the A
So why would I ever go trip boutta B
Called me and asked can I hop on a song
Schedule real busy hold on lemme see (C)
Shorty look bad when she rocking that thong
Breaking her back when I give her the D
I went so hard and left none in the tank
Look like the gas in the car been on E
Don't really care give a F what you think
FMGFreddie a motherf*cking G
Whipping in foreigns, it ain't? Then its boring
The way I be moving is too quick
The way that I hop on a track, and put shit on my back
They be thinking I'm too sick
I'm moving to tac, so I cant ever lack
Niggas caught up in doing the cool shit
They hear me these niggas ouu shit
This rapping shit stuck like a gluestick
Waiting to see how these motherf*ckers audible me like a football team (Uh)
Niggas don't wanna start crossing the line
I'll be turning 'em all into a tee (Uh)
I just wanna go hard in this game see where I'll be (Uh)
Raps in my blood and it's going through me
Getting sick of what these niggas showing to me
And I took it and ran, had to hop in the booth
Music so loud that I tore up the roof
FMGFreddie might pour up a deuce
Quadruple the cups had double it to
Niggas be swearing they homies and think that they know me
They know that I talk 'bout the truth
Niggas be telling they coming up stories
Well FMG came outta poverty too
I just might hop in a car and go cut up in traffic
Road ragin' me, but I don't know what happened
Dress to impress, I get clean when I'm rapping
FMG drippy, might need him a napkin
I ain't the one so please don't play with me
Want you feature I'm charging a fee
Alphabet shit I just flew to the A
So why would I ever go trip boutta B
Called me and asked can I hop on a song
Schedule real busy hold on lemme see (C)
Shorty look bad when she rocking that thong
Breaking her back when I give her the D
I went so hard and left none in the tank
Look like the gas in the car been on E
Don't really care give a F what you think
FMGFreddie a motherf*cking G
Writer: Freddie Brown
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