Oschino - FWTG lyrics

[Intro: Omelly] Murder! Ay, Ay, Ay [Hook: Omelly] f** with the gang you get murdered I just went up on this thirty Double my cup, I got syrup in it Extend-o my clip and my burner f** with the gang you get murdered f** with the gang you get murdered I just went up on my verses We the chasers b**h, ballin' on purpose [Verse 1: Omelly] [?], a n***a came from nothing Damn right a n***a had to hustle s**in' cars, really chasing money Had a lot of them nights, stomach used to rumble You can tell I'm really from the jungle Got to stack up them hundreds, I'm still humble Labels callin', I don't need nothin' I'm certified, yeah I'm hands on if I got to put my mans on I f** with my plug, never ran off You know I don't play 'bout the fam' dog Walk up, I'ma blow your head off [Hook: Omelly] f** with the gang you get murdered I just went up on this thirty Double my cup, I got syrup in it Extend-o on my clip and my burner f** with the gang you get murdered f** with the gang you get murdered I just went up on my verses We the chasers b**h, ballin' on purpose [Verse 2: Oschino] f** with the clique and get murdered [?], still kept a burner Momma screaming, oh lord you should've heard her [?] drum n***a, that sh** get you murdered Run through the [?] Run through your team like I'm [?] First 48, no commercial I guess you [?] for a circle [?] to your front door, we will murk you Kidnap your b**h just to hurt you Run and take sh**, don't let [?] in my circle Only family matter like n***a [?] Caught them slipping n***a like [?] [Hook: Omelly] f** with the gang you get murdered I just went up on this thirty Double my cup, I got syrup in it Extend-o on my clip and my burner f** with the gang you get murdered f** with the gang you get murdered I just went up on my verses We the chasers b**h, ballin' on purpose [Verse 1: Omelly] Brrr! Pumping the clip Brand new AK, came with a clip Come around tryin'a [?] on the [?] f** around and get your whole whip flipped First gat was a ruger Yeah I took it from a noodle p**y n***a try ask for it back I told that s**a I [?] Slide through the trenches with the heater on me Don't get out of pocket, I leave you homie Cook that work up in the bleader n***a f** around and get your life ended [Hook: Omelly] f** with the gang you get murdered I just went up on this thirty Double my cup, I got syrup in it Extend-o on my clip and my burner f** with the gang you get murdered f** with the gang you get murdered I just went up on my verses We the chasers b**h, ballin' on purpose