Friendly Reminder Lyrics – FBG Young

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[Intro]
Go
What?
Yeah
We on him, yeah

[Chorus]
When I wake up, I kiss my Drac’, I thank the Lord, but don’t hit the floor
Take a piss and grab my blick, don’t leave my (??)
Never cry when blood spilled, I’m ready to suit up, let’s get it on
We can kill him here or stalk his lo’ and catch his ass at home
Switched the plates on the brand-new V, folks shoot and bounce out, ARP

We’ll do this s*it on the Ring camera, everybody came with ski’s
He sent him back dragging his dead friends, eight hats ain’t enough for me
Why they playing like they can’t be touched? You don’t know how far I reach

[Verse]
Make me mad and I’ll go out my way to put a n!gga six-feet
Chopper bullet rip a lung, I know he hit ’cause how he breathing
(??) ain’t heard that, why you smoking, who? These n!ggas tweaking
Drop the lo’, we can go hat-for-hat, now merch it, ask the Reaper
I done wrapped so many rap n!ggas, I’m in the graveyard doing features
Stepped on s*it and left some ‘prints, it ain’t never no clues, n!gga, I’m genius
We spin with chops, we bounce out on ya, you better not fall, you fu*ked
You’ll be the next n!gga they dragging back, you try to spin on us
I was just chilling, I was just tryna relax, these n!ggas done turned me up
Toting no Drac’ in no backpack, going like, (??) killing with all his thugs
After (??) so many hits, it’s they turn to spin on us
Heard through the wind he miss his twin, these n!ggas should watch what they say for
N!ggas nice as hell, they play both sides, if you a gangster, drop your nuts
I knew he was dead before SpotNews said, “That boy was runtz!”
He on Live swinging a Draco, but when he died, where was his gun?
Who the fu*k come back one-less up on a hit? Boy, hang it up
Boy, you lil’ boys play too much
What he snorting? Angel Dust
You can tell he ain’t kill s*it ’cause he say too much
Blow my fire, (??) make me mad

I’m toting the chopper when I get off the ‘Gram
(??) killings, they shoot a face off a n!gga, now it’s hard to tell who it is

[Chorus]
When I wake up, I kiss my Drac’, I thank the Lord, but don’t hit the floor
Take a piss and grab my blick, don’t leave my (??)
Never cry when blood spilled, I’m ready to suit up, let’s get it on
We can kill him here or stalk his lo’ and catch his ass at home
Switched the plates on the brand-new V, folks shoot and bounce out, ARP
We’ll do this s*it on the Ring camera, everybody came with ski’s
He sent him back dragging his dead friends, eight hats ain’t enough for me
Why they playing like they can’t be touched? You don’t know how far I reach

[Outro]
Go, go
Go, go
Go