Dripple Dragons - FMB DZ, Sada Baby

FMB DZ

I throw a bag at your ass if you a hustler

I show some love, I get some extras to the customers

Nigga tried to run with that pack, we gon' punish him

And I got some niggas in the V, they in Huntington

And I got a couple of young niggas like to shoot shit

What type of nigga will pull up with it but won’t do shit?

Nigga catch a bullet to the head for those loose lips

Make a hundred thousand of rappin', I ain’t average

I can’t have my nigga Boom around cause he a savage

And I put the switch on the Glock, it’s automatic

I tear a nigga block down, bitch, and some

Ever seen a nigga spit a 100 out a handgun

I be steppin' on these niggas and I walk light

I get you knocked off on your off night

Nigga tried to rock me to sleep, he got put to sleep

I’m talkin' ambulance, yellow tape, white sheets

Niggas know what type of smoke come behind me

Me and my niggas high as hell, we like zombies

I pop another, heard the opps can’t find me

You are repressed, big Whoop come remind me

The last thing my niggas fought was a body

Out a blue big Benz, ask Barry

Fuckin' all you niggas hoes, Mike Larry

Whoop my nigga, turn to hoes, Tyler Perry

Sada Baby

Last thing that I fought was my mans, huh

Dumbass forgot I had hands, huh

Last thing I thought about was some bands, huh

First thing I went and bought was a mag, huh

Lil' blood, gon' shoot for me, you know he more than down

I got people in the V, I’m talkin' Morgan Town

I seen an opp turn my fifty to a forty round

And then a thirty round, committin' murder now

I had a chopper lit, burn your brib up

Fuckin' yo baby mama, wake the kids up

Sock a nigga in his stomach, get his ribs crushed

Used to bully niggas up in school, made ‘em skip lunch

I wouldn’t let a pussy nigga eat nuttin'

Put the chops down and then I beat ‘em up

A1, top-side, got the street jumpin'

We ain’t never gotta swipe shit ‘cause we keep money

I grab the nine on ‘em, tell ‘em keep the hundred

Get up on ‘em close range, leave a nigga bloody

Lil' bitch give the best brain, she don’t even study

I got what you want, what you need, leave both

Got the strap on me, need no buddies

Fuck yo lean, bitch, me mo' muddy

On the road be dolla, me, ski, both thuggin'

Yo bitch got a bloody nose, she sniff the fent'

If I don’t move all my 'bows, I’ll pitch a bitch

Yo hoe addicted to the stick, can’t quit the dick

I’m shooting all the extras off rip, when I flip the clip

I’m MJ in the play-offs, can’t miss the shift

Ten milli and a four-five on my hip equipped

Dang-a-lang on her coochie thang, dip in her mix

Jang-a-lang with the junkie gang, percs in her grits

Birthdays off work plays, twerkin' my wrists

Celebratin' with the whole gang, sizzurp and Crys'

Gotta swang in both lanes, then swerve the whip

Lil' twerking bitch, want me to quit servin' bricks

Ain’t worth it bitch, give a fuck ‘bout no squirting shit

Can’t do fuck about nothin', you niggas ain’t gang gang, then it’s fuck ‘em

I don’t give a fuck bout nuttin', you niggas ain’t gang gang, then it’s fuck ‘em

I don’t give a fuck bout nuttin', you niggas ain’t gang gang, then it’s fuck ‘em

I don’t give a fuck bout nuttin', you niggas ain’t gang gang, then it’s …