DJ FMCT
Ayy, they told me I can't be around no gang members
Y'all got me f****d up, n***a
I go everywhere with my killers, man
DJ Bandz, oh, man
Yeah, let's get it
Throw that mask on, when you jump out first you better blast (Yeah)
V. don't like slow shit, on hits, them switches (Brrt) fast (Gang)
Ain't gon lie, the city haul with strikers, they don't last (Turn up)
When you poppin' with your killers, you better check your guys (Man, what)
We don't party on other blocks, they f*ck with other opps (Let's get it)
Then come 'round like you gang, that got your brother shot (Brrah)
You say his name insidе a song, that got your brother hot (Let's get it)
Thеn leave him hangin' without a lawyer, that s**t dumb as f*ck (Pussy)
You come outside without your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as f*ck (Dumb as fuck)
Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (Brrah)
I told my PO through the gate that I get high as f*ck (I get high as fuck)
She ask me how high do I get, I told her high as Duck (Tooka)
My brother told me get some property, I kept gettin' Glockies (Gettin' Glocks)
I told him I only drink wocky, he say I'm gettin' cocky (Let's get it)
All them bitches wanna f*ck me, I don't give them money
One b***h thought I told her, "Yeah," I said, "You better block me"
He survived one to the head, but it f****d up his body
You think he off a eight or red the way that n***a noddin'
He don't even know 'bout drugs, he sell lean, OxyContin
You tryna judge him off his looks, that lil' boy actually robbin'
Man, he talkin' 'bout gang in this b***h (Why he callin', talkin' 'bout gang?)
He ain't get back from that one s**t, man his gang ain't on s**t
Fonem posted up outside, Dracos hanging and s**t
Before he died, his ass a goofy, now he famous and s**t (Brrr, brrr, brrr)
I'm King Draco, got my name off drilling, check the record, b***h (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
That p***y dropped that song about me, he get found without his d**k
Send off a bag 'bout my lil' cousin, they fakin', they'll call it quits
They made me mad enough, I spin through there myself, say the wrong s**t
Might still sip when I get low, but I prefer Wock over trip
f****d up and let me in the door, I went fully on auto sticks
I'm Mr. Slime 'Em Out, I caught his backdoor, unlocked on the lick
Or Mr. Leave No Evidence, know my criminal book hella thick (On God)
You niggas goose, ain't got no gun
You went away, your ass is dumb
I'm on my sixth Moncler this winter, I couldn't wait to get some money
My lil' n***a up four souls, he caught two dressed up like a junkie
They thought I was just rappin'
Lately, murder gang, that s**t ain't funny
You know the murder gang, they come through, that s**t ain't funny
I'm locked in with hunters, from the God, got killers 'round the country
I might don't need to slime 'em out, just be yourself and stay 300
We get money Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey Day every Sunday
My cleats tied up in the field, won't never hear me go out runnin'
Post up a pic like I'm in LA, but the whole time I'm with gun
We ain't tryna keep hearin' 'bout that s**t you did, go get active again
It's either eat or get ate on my side, I'ma f*ck the drops and go and spin
Three and O, we skunkin' shit, get one more kill, conceal the win
Beef with us, won't never land 'till y'all get hit up with them pens
Can't come around unless you get a body, chopper, F&N
We caught one of them pussies drunk, he died before he dropped the Henny
Got 'bout ten whips in my garage and still don't know what to get in
Take off the emblems out the 'Cat, tint out the window 'fore I spin (Shh, brrr, tint out the window 'fore I spin, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
