"FWMGAB (Remix)" lyrics

(S-Stoop)
Coke Boys
Shit sound like the city, bad boy
Light your lighters, light your lighters
Yo French, you got another one, haha
Aah-ha
(Stoopid)

Up-Up-Uptown boys, nothin' live-er
Get the bag, then I wiggle like Wilder
All the lil' things stop bi-bi-big things
My lil' chain costs more than yo' big chain (Woo)
Fuck with me, get a bag
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag
Bitch, don't block yo' blessings (Woo)
Bitch, don't block yo' blessings

Fuck with me, I'll teach you how to get your bag up
We havin' shit so we don't never pick the tag up
Got shit in motion, diamonds freeze, put yo hands up
This a anthem, all my bag chasers, stand up
Hot box in the coupe, this a fajita
If I ain't flyin' private, then it's Delta with a greeter
Walk him down in the club, put that heater to his pita
I'm a certified speaker like the subs and the tweeters
Niggas ain't straight, bitches ain't safe
Wockesha slow my pace, this a turtle race
Memphis on my back so my name hold weight
You might be gettin' money but it's at a low rate (Haan)

Up-Up-Uptown boys, nothin' live-er (Haan)
Get the bag then I wiggle like Wilder (Haan)
All the lil' things stop bi-bi-big things (Ayy, ayy)
My lil' chain costs more than yo' big chain (Woo)
Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag
Bitch, don't block yo' blessings (Woo)
Bitch, don't block yo' blessings

Diamonds disco-flashin', drip toe-tagin'
Mink coat draggin', block boy trappin'
Hot boy in action, don't need caption
Rocks Dame Dash-in', neck breakdancin'
Blue mist hookah, snipe game super
She don't buss it open, call back the Uber
I'm a dog, I'm a beast, gotta own, never lease
Niggas out, leave the freaks, my condolence to the streets
Kill them TECS, on the strip, can't last, niggas frontin'
Throwin' bricks at her ass, yeah, ones and hundreds (Haan)
Talkin' drip game poppin' and the wrist game rockin' (Haan)
Trap money stop, all the drug dealers robbin' (Montana)
My name ring bells, Clase Azul (Montana)
It's them Uptown boys, copy cool (Haan)

Up-Up-Uptown boys, nothin' live-er (Haan)
Get the bag then I wiggle like Wilder (Haan)
All the lil' things stop bi-bi-big things
My lil' chain costs more than yo' big chain (Woo)
Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Ayy, ayy)
Fuck-Fuck-Fuck with me, get a bag (Woo)
Bitch, don't block yo' blessings (Woo)
Bitch, don't block yo' blessings

Montana on the rise
You don't want no problem with these guys (Ahh)

Montana, you see it
Coke Boys, Bad Boys, motherfuckers, yee