Lyrics Wanted List - FM Wu

I got a lot to lose
Not enough to prove
Niggas making moves
Better shoot you can't duck and lose

I can't tell you running that
Bitch I need my money back
Niggas don finessed you out your goods
They ain't coming back
Nigga we been tryna get out the hood
See that money stack
We gon leave em Flat
Like a running back
Never ever wanted that
An I gotta hunnid bags
We popping a hunnid tags
Bitch I'm onna wanted list
Cuz I always wanted this
I could never get it
So I took it
Now it's on my wrist
Look at how we whipping
You could tell
How all my money spent
An I think it's funny if
Everybody pop out wit a hit
You kno it's coming quick
We ain't on no dummy shit
Walking in the mall
These the niggas
I be running wit
We really be running shit
I stack up my money
Watch it build
Then I make flip
Nigga we be sending out them bills
Like a paper trip
I go get my bread
Yea I'm feed
What ah nigga said
Told em break a leg
Now he tweaking
And he out for heads
Brush it off ya shoulder
Forgetting what they told ya
Told her imma solider
I just need me some closure
If you break ah bond
then they probably gon expose ya
I just wanna ball
bet I never fall
Why she send ah text
If I ain't never call
I don't want pussy
No sir not at all
Then my girl gon catch me
Wit that bitch up on the wall
You can't tell me what it mean
Wit 2 thousand dollar jeans
They could wake up to a dream
Bitches still gon think I'm mean
Bitches on that Yola
I know I could control her
And Vato want some money
So he whipping baking soda
I told him that it's over
My heart been getting colder
Flexing on these bitches
I don't want em either
How you fuck that bitch
If you ain't never see her
And they think I'm clever
By the way I put my words together
On this shit forever
Don't know no one who could do it better
You light as a feather
FM always gonna keep that pressure
Pack it up together
And she know I get that pussy wetter
Pop out wit ah stick
You gotta pop out wit a beam too
That nigga pussy
They keep talking
Oh they mean you
Try to push up on that lil nigga
Wit a mean tool
Bitch you can't finesse me
Out my shit
You won't get the loot
If he pull up on me
Imma tell that lil nigga shoot
I don't even like it
When my bitch try tell me what to do
So why you think I'm rocking
When you tell me
Give my shit to you
I ain't bullet proof
I be lying to my bitch
Like I don't kno the truth
They be creeping
Tryna act like they don't notice you
But they know it's you
Never listen what they saying
What they showing you
Wit this Glizzy in my hand
We gon blow the roof
I just did it for my mans
I ain't holding you
Told her we gon fuck
But I don't wan go wit you
Don't know why you tripping
Bitch cuz I told the truth
And I told you what it was
Now your cousin out for blood
Shoulda left you in the club
Really you had been ah dub
And I feel like number one
Your nigga the runner up
We don't do no running up
I ain't got no gun
They come to us
That shit ain't even fun
Cuz we young as fuck
Trying set ah youngin up
But he got that Glizzy tuck
I seen niggas doing special moves
Yelling finish em
We dropped outta school
Breaking rules
So we really dumb
Brody seen a man die at 12
So he really numb
Really we down come up outta hell
So we really won
Really ain't no feeling em
Really we been going to the top
Let the ceiling up
He said
Any nigga play wit FM
Then he killing em