Ferris Gang Entertainment ft. Red Dizzy, DG & Swag Gzz Lyrics

Like grrrah, like grrrah

Grrrah, grrrah, FAP

Swag Gzz, Swag Gzz

Swag Gzz, Swag Gzz, Swag Gzz

Grrrah, grrrah

Swag Gzz ima 70 Baby

You already know that I tote 380

Tryna play me

Well I'ma just up it and boom it cuz that's how they raised me

Told Stacey

If a nigga run up

Then I'm shootin Trey five like I'm KD

And I'm brushing these niggas too wavy

You already know the we sauce em like gravy

And they hate me

When I'm up in the court Man, I feel like I'm them

They tryna play me

Got a bad lil bitch named Katie

The way that she sucking you know she tryna taste

38 special you know it got no safety

When I dap up my mans I say safety

Like, how's y'all niggas gon' play me

Big Swag Gzz ima FAP Baby

Ayo Red, think it's time

That we get to the green like it's lime

Remember days, we was flippin' them dimes

Now I'm thinkin' it's time that we all about to shine

Nigga I let shit spark

Push up on me I creep through the dark

Niggas be talkin' that shit

Nigga ran up and got hit with this blick

Like, DG make niggas run rick

Niggas on the net, Talkin' that shit

FG, FAP like a blunt we lit,

Fuck 12, we doin' burnouts in the Vic

D.G. that's my blood, you know he with the shits

And Jay got a drum with a beam on a stick

FAP spin the block and the opps runnin rick

I'm totin that 50 like I'm John Wick

And we playin' with cash like we just hit a lick

Swear to God, if I lose one of mine, I'll be sick

Got the grip in the whip

We gon' take a lil' trip round the block

Hit the opp and make him do a flip

Nigga, we let it go, we don't stop till it click

Jah gon' pick up the cash do the dash in the Vic

You ain't FG then stop jackin' our shit

Man the block need a cone all the opps in the spliff

Snapchat, got that boy on the map

Lil' dummy ain't know that we tracked him

In that Zilla black trim with black rims

Ride through the Ave, he ain't know that we passed him

Shootin' flames down the block, make it hot

Then I put on the ski, but D.G. got a black fitted brim

Hop out of the V with the strap, like

Bang, bang

Head tap to the brain, we done capped him

Bang, bang

Grrttt, bow, bow, bow

FGE we gon' put on a show

Bitch you fuck with FG boy you know we gon' throw

Red dirt on the beat, you can't fuck with this flow

Man, I stay with them hitters, they always on go, like

And they know red the heart of the city

Posted on the block countin hunnits and fifties

On a jet doing shows down in Philly

Him and DG boutta sign for a Milly

They might hate me I bet they won't kill me

You better think twice boy FG gon be with me

Nigga I let shit spark

Push up on me I creep through the dark

Niggas be talkin' that shit

Nigga ran up and got hit with this blick

Like, DG make niggas run rick

Niggas on the net, Talkin' that shit