Jennette McCurdy ft. DG FG Lyrics

Red Dirt On The Beat

Only Red Dirt can make a beat like this

FG Baby

Red Dirt Baby

Skrt, skrt

Bitches be turnt they be poppin' them percs, I be tellin' 'em chill off the 'erky

My big homie sippin' on that Rumalicious so you know his red cup be murky

Like Warzone we loaded no load out I'm bringin' that pole out, the clip it hold thirty

The Draco I change it from auto to burst it's gon' strike you three times like a turkey

FG be the gang we outside we be doin' the dance and they know we get sturdy

Well known in the tri-state, driving an i8, finna go blow up New Jersey

Finna get freaky with shorty, she love when I hit while I talk all that dirty

Throw my boy DG the 'oop, thrown bombs like Purdy

Snowflake bad bitch look like Jennette McCurdy

Red Dirt FAP came from nothing, but look what we started

Can't fuck with these hoes they be heartless, they gon' turn me cold-hearted

Mama told me stay out of them projects, over there they be wallin

Deep down fighting demons ain't showin' no pain, keep ya head up Red Dirt he stay smilin

Aye

Mom and dad told me saw down while you drivin, 'cuz they know I be flyin

Banged it up on the highway I could've been killed, thank God I survived it

But ain't nothin change everything still the same, stay turnin' up yea we striving

Born and raised FAP yea we young superstars on the come up like diamonds, we shining

Aye

Ain't nothin' change I still drive"Stupidfa5T"

Yea I'm ridin' real reckless

Can't slow down the speed be infectious, niggas broke they bank record be check-less

I'm reppin' the four like LeBron and his rings, four rings on the car it's an Audi

Turn up the boost now the car feelin' rowdy, pipes shooting' bombs like an Arab, no Saudi

Driving a foreign next to me a baddie, shawty she pretty and classy

Flexin' hard yea these diamonds be dancin, aye

She can't stop throwing it back on me

Growin' up we was deep in them trenches, now I'm sporting a trench coat

Tec-nine keep it tucked in Amiri jeans, hollow tips gon' fry him like French Toast

DG know I'm one of the realest

Which one of you niggas gon' feel this?

Niggas know that I stay on my chill shit

D-D-DG never get in his feelings

Ri-Ridin' with Red and he ready to kill shit

So bread stackin' up to the ceiling

And ya rappers be cappin' y'all drillin

Like, Like

So stop stealin' the sauce

'Fore you fuck niggas get torched

Just pass me the ball, I'ma score

I'm FG, know I'm goin' to war

Bodies is droppin, hard to the floor

Pass Red the chop and he lettin' it off

Shootin' to kill, that's how we trained to perform

With my niggas don't care if they right or they wrong

Grah, DG, like

Grah, Grah Grah boom!