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Chorus: Fiend (repeat 2X)
fk them , fk them
Don't make me have to bust them , bust them
My fourtyfive will dust them , dust them
Don't make me have to touch them , touch them
Fiend
It's F-I-E, O.G. ready to prove that I'm strong enough
Prepared to rip a nigg* down if he look at me long enough
I'm supposed to be fked up with my mental capacity
That's why these killers and they old ladies be coming after me
They won't be no more after me including my body faculity
Look at my name, I'm to blame for all these casualties
No one as bad as me, I search the galaxy
And I'm willing to put up my No Limit royal salary
Go ahead make my manner please if the yapping don't decease
When I stomp, you ???, get up and catch a breeze
I ain't lying I'm horrifying, I'm the bull up in the pit
Full of that s**t, and ain't resting till you get your as* whipped
Know what I'm sayin
Chorus
Magic
Still keeping it real, smoking weed, drinking hennessey
Every nigg* around me that's why none of you can bother me
I'm gettin fked up so how many wanna ride with me
If you got a blunt get it lighted, come get high with me
I like to smoke till my lungs can't take no more
Got me ducking and diving like I'm strung out on coke
But still one of the most dangerous you ever came across
Better c*ck my s**t and bust until they label you lost
With no remorse, me, Fiend, Big Ed goin be all right
We be ???, come to the show and still gettin high
Talkin bout where my at and where the girls at
Where the fk my at, let's get this party started
Chorus
Big Ed
Now when I said fk yall , best believe that I meant it
For every bullet that hit your dome best believe my gat sent it
talk s**t and repent it, cause they know my hollows did s**t
I'm back on the streets as a hitman cause my stash is gone I spent it
Gotta jack you for your paper, I'm a No Limit terminator
Hit you like a gladiator, shake you like an alligator
What's up now b*tch, when I hit your town get shot or duck down
????? get buck down, two sheds get high no time for showdown
Slow down, I got my gat all in your face
Don't make me sound this b*tch off like I'm about to start a race
And leave your head all over the place now that ain't no fun
187, redrum, redrum, cause murder be the outcome
Chorus
Fiend
fk them , fk them
I said fk them , fk them
I said fk them , fk them
I said what's up with them , what's up with them
fk them , fk them
I said fk them , fk them