Correction Lyrics f*ck The Opps by FBG Duck

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Let's get it
Fly Boy Gang
I'm bout to nuts on this sh*t
Shout out #1
3!

I'm as real as it gets, just look in my eyes
We dropping Brick City, like we dropping the Ys
Get caught dropping the Ls, that's how lil n***as die
See I throw up my Ls, big shout out to the side
Large money, more money
b*t*h I'm a grown man, you got immature money
Call me paper boy, on a paper route
n***a I am hell, welcome to Satan's house
You n***as sneak dissin', that's how you come up missing
I think that I should quit rap, cause ain't no competition
These n***as be talkin', like they don't want no tea
I think they vegetarians causе they don't want no beef
Rap crackhead, I'm addicted to music
I fеll in love with guns, I'm addicted to shooting
My team winnin', yo team losin'
This track a b*t*h, so I had to abuse it
Ls
I'm as real as they come, just look who I'm with
We dropping Young Money, like we dropping the WIIC
Sending shots at the Bricks, lighting sh*t up like vicks
I'm also tired of fighting, now all I know is hits
Roll up the dope, I'm finna OD
STL/EBT, f**k an Odee
Man on chief, these n***as better get back
Homicide on the drive, b*t*h n***as gon get whacked
Sneak dissin', I ain't with that, so Imma keep it low-low
Cause I ain't really gotta shoot, but I bet lil bro blow
Woofin', that's a no-no, cause we gon bump heads boy
They call me #2, cause all I do is dump lead boy
What you saying, your life can get Nino'd
FYB yo b*t*h, cause she bussin' doing denos
But she can't do me, do the whole FBG hoe
Shout out KillaWard, R.I.P. that cutthroat Freako
Don't get caught lackin' while it's crackin' like the limo
Cause you can get shot easily, on the G though
n***as think it's sweet, but I'm nothing like a peach, hoe
So if you looking for me, I'm on 63rd street, joe
Ls

Let me stop playin', n***as talk that drill sh*t
Keep talkin' that drill sh*t, and you will get killed quick
I'm Billion Ballout, make the girls fall out
Whole team ball out, probably tear them all down
Pockets on dumb, stupid, illiterate
I ain't got no heart, so I'm on my no feelings sh*t
My n***as they keep a tool, cause they always drillin' sh*t
And if yo girl with it, then I'll have my goons kill ya b*t*h
Imma do me, do me just like masturbation
All I see is cash, getting money is my occupation
And my flow is so sick, so sick I need a doctor
Saying Billion Boy-what? That's a false accusation
f**k 51st, they screaming Billion got robbed
Call a couple hittas, got some drillas up in DellMobb
Never been a soft n***a, Butta told me go hard
Goons with the poker face on'll pull ya whole card
It's ugly out here, like the elemental shirts
And all that sneak dissin' will get you n***as hurt
My n***as put in work, bang bang n***a
#4, shout out Fly Boy Gang, n***a

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