Lyric : 
FGun : 
pull up on the sway killer with the ak
motherfucker on the bay dead body turnin grey
click click on my back, 45.round on my neck
hunnid gs on the deck bettin all on black
 
i got hands double aces fifty gs on a raise
takin back all my bank doin slow keepin blaze 
shakin all the club makin tight for my gang 
pull hunnid coke takin back to my hoe


YMCMB.Amad :
Click click bang bang we coming out just to play
Thick cloud fat j vision clear in 8K
Got bitch on my dick lick it clean without say
Fat ass all around shit just got me amazed 
Man damn high as fuck all this got me worry
Life on the line got no time for some phony

Never run out of cash mulla coming steady
Big Chain on my neck iced out cold and freezy

Make it rain in the club give some fucking freebie’s 
Back from the place with a car full of groupies
Motherfucker tryna to fit in they just some pussies
Never try to wasting time to entertain this puki

S.W.A.Y FT YMCMB.Amad

F' Gun
rollin 9 to 5 w backpack on my black tie, 
walkin by to see ma plug guy, we've got 5. n some style
you aint nothin but a fly, we got mullah n some star
keep grindin to make my bar, till my name on the radar

she keep diggin all my sense and sorrow i never keep myself from and cold narrow
ill still keep the benzo inda shelf low, till i save my soul from horrorrr
when the night keep tellin to slit my throat, woke up nother day just to keep float
this aint fiction to gettin my flow, lemme rewrite till ma brain blow



K-Nives
i wake up thinking it was heaven or hell , finna
makin plan to escape from this cell 
i was another me just being me yet i still try holding to defend myself(nah)
my ego my pride they say that couldn’t be less
i mean i can’t help myself still outta this stress
they say this will be the test i know but this wont be last
untill i find someone who can defeat me

suicide sad boy club 
this drugs was addicted now im leaving my plug
they put a smith wesson point to my head 
no u cant kill me when i already dead 
now im heading to north so im leaving my south
gonna packs all my things cause im about to fake my death 
im finna make it fast , clear my names heal my pain so the thought will stop that messin around in my brain

F' Gun >ᴗ<

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