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“FMG” is a brand new song by BROCKHAMPTON a rap song with lyrics by Kevin Abstract, Dom McLennon, and Matt Champion. The song is produced by Romil Hemnani.

FMG Lyrics

Was at the cookout with my other, other, other man
That done got me into some motherfu*king trouble man
Texas boy, the way I love it, love it, love it, man
All these new niggas they stealin’ but it don’t hit the same, uh
Feel it in your veins, uh, n!gga, I love my gang
That’s why I fu*k my gang, mm, why I fu*k 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, I shake your head, it deceased, uh
Ayy, don’t hit on me, uh if that boy ain’t seen it
He look at that nigga still breathin’, I don’t know what y’all seein’
Take my shirt off, run off, then I swipe that nigga’s semen

Uh, done being humble so I deflects
Way that I rack up my bands make ’em sweat
40 acres and a new on my neck
Better they don’t talk to me with some respect
Heard they ain’t make it, I couldn’t have guessed
I’ll cut the ram, I’ll connect to your vest
[?] my partner’s the best
Doin’ it right, take a couple of steps
Had to get glum and then catch me a step
Made it look casual ’cause I’m a [?]
Studio gallery, yeah we [?]
[?] what do you suggest?
When I [?] you still invest
When I’m on Tinder, I get [?] and [?]
It’s a finesse, yes

Why she throwin’ in some fancy things, she need some Tommy Jones
Surgery, nurse gon’ pass me over, gimme that scalpel please
Diggin’ through this shit like it was ’06, polka jeans
Green Lamborghin’ look like Bulbasaur, and his dad
Catch ’em all, bubblegum made it low
Sittin’ up on that terrace, drinking red wine with candle on
Thousand-dollar phone, what the hell can answer for?
I can’t see the haters man, uh, Harry Potter cloak
Let this shit rock, we come in like a landslide
They don’t call me up, they hit the cell, don’t hit the landline
[?] skits, I’ll burn my damn toes
See-saw on that cookie plate, I call that Atlanta crumbs
She from outta, whole friends commentating though
She from outta town, she never seen no ocean, wow
She asked me, what’s my favorite place to spend a lot? Uh
That depends, like an eight-door [?] box

Written By: Kevin Abstract, Dom McLennon & Matt Champion

FMG Song Info

Lyrics ByKevin Abstract, Dom McLennon & Matt Champion
AlbumThe Family
Produced ByRomil Hemnani
Release DateNovember 18, 2022

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