BROCKHAMPTON - FMG lyrics
[BROCKHAMPTON - FMG lyrics]
Was at the cookout with my
Other, other, other man, mm
That done got me into
Some motherfucking trouble, man, uh
Texas boy the way I love it
Love it, love it, man, mm
All these new niggas they stealin', but
It don't hit the same, uh
Feel it in your veins, uh
Nigga, I love my gang, mm
That's why I fuck my gang, mm
Why I fuck my gang, uh
Ain't no play today, these ain't just 808s
Uh
This a murder case, uh, this a murder case
Uh ain't no pushin' me, uh, uh
I change your head into Caesar
Ain't no hit on me, uh, uh
If that boy ain't seen it
He lucky that nigga still breathin'
I don't know what y'all seein'
Take my shirt off, run off
Then I swallow that nigga's semen
Uh, done being humble, so I had to flex
Way that I rack up my bands, make 'em sweat
Forty acres and a mule on my neck
Better to talk to me with some respect
Heard they ain't make it
I couldn't have guessed
I'll cut the RAM, my connects, they invest
And I'm chiefing the keef of
A pound of the best
Doin' it right take a couple attempts
Had to keep climbing and catch the ascent
Made it look casual 'cause I'm the best
Studio gallery over our wrists
Hold on, exactly what do you suggest?
Where I'm aiming, ain't no use to a vest
When I'm on ten, I get cream
But the scene that I leave
Is grotesque, it's a finesse, yes
Way she throwin' it so fast
You'd think she need some Tommy John
Surgery, nurse gon' pass me over
Give me that scalpel please
Diggin' through this shit like it was '06
Poké things
Green Lamborghin' look like Bulbasaur
And his dad (Wow)
Catch 'em all, uh, bubblegum ain't allowed
Uh sittin' up on that terrace
Drinking red wine with cantaloupe
Thousand dollar phone
What the hell can't answer for?
I can't see the haters, man, uh
Harry Potter cloak
Let the shit rock, we comin' like a landslide
They don't call me up, they hit the cell
Don't hit the landline
Feet up, sippin' hibiscus, ow
I burned my damn tongue
Sea salt on that cookie plate
I call that Atlantic crumbs, uh
She from Idaho, her friends
Call her tater thot, uh huh
She from outta town, she never
Seen the ocean, wow, huh
She asked me what's my favorite place
To spend a lot? Uh
That depends like a adult diaper box
Other, other, other man, mm
That done got me into
Some motherfucking trouble, man, uh
Texas boy the way I love it
Love it, love it, man, mm
All these new niggas they stealin', but
It don't hit the same, uh
Feel it in your veins, uh
Nigga, I love my gang, mm
That's why I fuck my gang, mm
Why I fuck my gang, uh
Ain't no play today, these ain't just 808s
Uh
This a murder case, uh, this a murder case
Uh ain't no pushin' me, uh, uh
I change your head into Caesar
Ain't no hit on me, uh, uh
If that boy ain't seen it
He lucky that nigga still breathin'
I don't know what y'all seein'
Take my shirt off, run off
Then I swallow that nigga's semen
Uh, done being humble, so I had to flex
Way that I rack up my bands, make 'em sweat
Forty acres and a mule on my neck
Better to talk to me with some respect
Heard they ain't make it
I couldn't have guessed
I'll cut the RAM, my connects, they invest
And I'm chiefing the keef of
A pound of the best
Doin' it right take a couple attempts
Had to keep climbing and catch the ascent
Made it look casual 'cause I'm the best
Studio gallery over our wrists
Hold on, exactly what do you suggest?
Where I'm aiming, ain't no use to a vest
When I'm on ten, I get cream
But the scene that I leave
Is grotesque, it's a finesse, yes
Way she throwin' it so fast
You'd think she need some Tommy John
Surgery, nurse gon' pass me over
Give me that scalpel please
Diggin' through this shit like it was '06
Poké things
Green Lamborghin' look like Bulbasaur
And his dad (Wow)
Catch 'em all, uh, bubblegum ain't allowed
Uh sittin' up on that terrace
Drinking red wine with cantaloupe
Thousand dollar phone
What the hell can't answer for?
I can't see the haters, man, uh
Harry Potter cloak
Let the shit rock, we comin' like a landslide
They don't call me up, they hit the cell
Don't hit the landline
Feet up, sippin' hibiscus, ow
I burned my damn tongue
Sea salt on that cookie plate
I call that Atlantic crumbs, uh
She from Idaho, her friends
Call her tater thot, uh huh
She from outta town, she never
Seen the ocean, wow, huh
She asked me what's my favorite place
To spend a lot? Uh
That depends like a adult diaper box