Give N Go

Album cover art for "Give N Go" by FMB DZ & DaBoii

FMB DZ & DaBoii - Rap, West Coast Rap

Give N Go

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[Intro] Huh, ayy The Don Dada This is a Jay Johnson production [Verse 1: FMB DZ] 15k just to book me Or you can give me 20 bowls of that Cookie Lame ass, pussy ass nigga shoulda took me Shot 8 times but hit me once, they was rookies Niggas shoulda died comin' out they momma's pussies Talkin' crazy out yo' mouth, we hit 'em in it wit' a fully Get you touched without touchin' you, bitch I be wit' bullies It be hard to get in touch wit' you 'cause we know you a pussy Slidin' through another nigga hood wit' them sticks out Nigga we don't believe in drive by's, we will get out We gon' take the Benz North, and we gon' take that piss out Presidential pent house, 'bout to put your bitch out The lil' baby got a big bag so I cut into her Ask her, "What you do"" she told me she a weed connoisseur Say her daddy he a grower, now I'm actin' like I know her But she really ain't my cup of tea, I really wanna ho her She done found out my real name, I really wanna blow her Yeah, pops see the plug, it's some shit that I can show her I done turnt up her lifestyle, she want big ice now Got her body done, now she lookin' like a wife now She want two kids now Got brand new Benz now Got her sissy's dub, she'll pull F&N out This shit gettin' real fun, this bitch gone kill some' We got a pill run, we seen a mil' from Bitch I be in Milford, you be at the Hilton I whip out chunks, nigga you be out here peelin' Nigga I be in Commerce stashin' all the money Trash bags everywhere, living room lookin' junky Nigga I got cameras all around my crib Nigga I put two chopsticks behind the fridge Nigga I got some shit that'll knock down the bridge Got a baby AR that'll knock off a head Pour me some red, yeah Give me some head, yeah Cook me some food, gotta make sure I'm fed yeah Tellin' me she love me, in my head I'm like, "yeah, yeah" California king cost 5 bands, that's a bed bed Oh you niggas broke broke You niggas poor poor They tried to offer $400,000, I need four more And I put my dog in the coupe off the mullers Got my other dog on the roof, the sharp shooter [Verse 2: DaBoii] Nigga I don't fuck wit' niggas 'cause niggas is hoes Was tryna turn her life around, well bitch you gettin' exposed Double G's in my bitch purse, this ain't no Kenneth and Cole Better get it on your own nigga listen to coach A lil' nigga's goin' coo coo if I give 'em the word Cookie barely numb the pain, plug givin' me percs Infants born into beef, that's like givin' a curse And everybody make mistakes boy you live and you learn Don't you hate when a broke nigga got somethin' to say? I ain't no hater, just hate niggas, on y'all it's nothin' to hate Can't be out here catchin' cases boy with nothin' in bank Public defenders ain't gone help boy that's a punch in the face Spent yo' last to get high, you's a babbish nigga Bitch if I ain't good enough, go get a average nigga Don't hit my DM for no feature, 'cause I'm taxin' niggas Before the fame, was breakin' bracks, spent my last wit' niggas Now who the fuck you think you scaring? Ain't no action in y'all And you the type to see a score and scared to basket the ball All you see is rip posts, they like, "what happened to dog?" And as a youngin', all them questions, I was askin' 'em all Now when I walk off stages bitches clap and applaud I'll wake up on a Tuesday and spend racks at the mall I only fuck wit' myself, like I'm jackin' me off Choppa hang around my neck bitch I ain't lackin' at all Never get to comfortable, these bitches come and they go I'll make you swallow my kids you put tongue in they throat Every hundred on me new nigga ain't none of 'em old How you a son of a bitch and the son of a ho? Do some dirt then hit the block, we never runnin' from smoke Fuck wit' all my niggas the same, not one I fuck wit' the most Ain't teachin' niggas the game, you better run into Ghost I'm tryna bump into a opp and give y'all somethin' to post A nigga catch me, I don't plug 'em, .40 tucked in the coat The opps and the pigs, I don't fuck wit' 'em both She like, "Tell me 'bout yo' self" I'm like, "It's nothin' to know" And all my niggas from the North wit' the cuts in they throat

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Credits

Writers
  • DaBoii
  • FMB DZ