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FBG Murda - Bump Down

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Bump down with over a hundred-somethin' shots out the whip, we exchanging that lead
One got away, but his brother got hit in the face, shit was tragic, caught one to the head
That nigga a demon when he with his partners, I catch him without 'em, a fuck nigga scared
Don't give me a reason to send your bitch ass to the doctor, get popped, niggas know how we play it

[Chorus]
This dead-ass nigga rolled up in a 'Wood, thirty poking, it's under my shirt
Ain't gotta ask, if he in that car when we spinning, then you know he done put in some work
We been on they ass, lil' bro still ain't took off his mask, he was mad he ain't get at 'em first
.23 got a flash, switch got this bitch shooting fast out the window, I'm leaving 'em hurt

[Verse 2]
He gon' wanna crash when his see his bro on a shirt, he was dissing, I don't give a fuck (I don't)
This bitch hold forty, but I put thirty-four in it, bitch, this play for the books
Tell bro and 'em, "Suit up, jump out the back of the truck," we hop out, just filling 'em up
If you came through and missed, don't speak on that shit in your diss, when we spin, a nigga's shit gettin' touched
Half of these niggas ain't put in no work, what the fuck your bitch ass got a gun for?
Niggas keep shooting at bricks, can't see what you hittin' at, might as well shoot with a blindfold
New Glock 9, came around, got his ass slimed, cross a nigga out like Rondo
Ayy, this bitch fine, send her dumb ass for the drop, when we get it, we spin that bitch pronto

[Chorus]
This dead-ass nigga rolled up in a 'Wood, thirty poking, it's under my shirt
Ain't gotta ask, if he in that car when we spinning, then you know he done put in some work
We been on they ass, lil' bro still ain't took off his mask, he was mad he ain't get at 'em first
.23 got a flash, switch got this bitch shooting fast out the window, I'm leaving 'em hurt
[Verse 3]
Brother, pull up on the end of they street, let me out with this glee, finna see if he run
This shit deep, don't aim at nothin' below the knee, hit his top, nigga, get shit done
This Glock on my pants like a crease, better not make me tweak, I'ma blow it, don't do nothin' dumb
Like gettin' on feet, if a nigga ain't swinging that door when we spin, then he can't even come
Niggas been ducking since we got the drop
They know how we pull up and park shit, get shit hot
Extensions come with every Glock
Man, he heard that switch go off, I see him on his block
Them young niggas ain't sparing shit, get caught in the mix and any nigga getting shot
Bitch able to put up them kids, I'll blow at a jit' and put his lil' one in a box

[Chorus]
This dead-ass nigga rolled up in a 'Wood, thirty poking, it's under my shirt
Ain't gotta ask, if he in that car when we spinning, then you know he done put in some work
We been on they ass, lil' bro still ain't took off his mask, he was mad he ain't get at 'em first
.23 got a flash, switch got this bitch shooting fast out the window, I'm leaving 'em hurt

[Outro]
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