[Intro: FBG Dutchie]
Gang (Gang)
Send my young n***as, they gon' murder (Rrr)
FBG shit
FBG, bitch (Argh, rrr)
My young n***as, they gon' murder (Clout Boyz)

[Chorus: FBG Dutchie & FBG Young]
My young n***as, they gon' murder
I send my young n***as, they gon' murder
My young n***as, they gon' murder
You fuck around with them fuck arounds and you fuck around and get murdered (Ayy)
My young n***as, they gon' murder
They cookin' n***as just like burgers (Uh-huh)
What's your name? You ain't makin' no noise (Uh-huh), n***a, I ain't never heard of you (It's Young...)
You fuck around with them fuck arounds (...GoDumb) and you fuck around and get murdered

[Verse 1: FBG Young]
Ayy, my young n***as, they be monsters (Monsters)
They'll ambush your hood (Where he at?), then drop you (Bah)
Thirties when we march (We marchin'), come like the mob, no Gotti (No Gotti)
St. Lawrence shoot to live (St. Lawrence), Deebo-ing souls out of bodies (St. Lawrence)
Hit the palace smokin' dope (We coolin'), channel 7 [?] (I'm cool)
Hit the witness no week (He hit), no trial, no tomorrow (No)
You would think we knew FiveStar the way we on folly (We on folly)
I got trained shooters, every gun got a body (Bah, bah, bah)
See, Cole, he gon' do you (Cole)
Swipper, he'll swipe him (What up, bro?)
My shooters, they got shooters (I got 'em)
Spot him, drop him out the rifle (L's)
Brodie L'z, he be strapped (What up, bro?)
Make him dance, Harlem Night ya (Dance)
Pussy, money, murder (Pussy, money, murder)
All three have been invited, gang
[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
My young n***as, they gon' murder
I send my young n***as, they gon' murder
My young n***as, they gon' murder
You fuck around with them fuck arounds and you fuck around and get murdered (Ayy)
My young n***as, they gon' murder
They cookin' n***as just like burgers (Boom, boom)
What's your name? You ain't makin' no noise, n***a, I ain't never heard of you (Heh?)
You fuck around with them fuck arounds and you fuck around and get murdered (Clout Boyz)

[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie]
My young n***as, they gon' murder (They'll murder)
Shoot (Shoot), kill (Kill)
Tote jocks (Huh?), never squeal (Squeal)
Get popped (Popped) like a pill (Blah)
Boss City (What?), Tookaville ('Ville)
Wet you up like a seal (Brrat)
For real (For real), get killed (Get killed)
Shit real (Shit real) in the field (That field)
So don't be fuckin' 'round wit' my monsters (My monsters)
Got big guns like Contras (Like Contras)
My n***as die 600 (Six-0)
This drum clip hold a hundred (Hah)
These n***as straight actors (Actors)
But they don't want no drama (They don't want no smoke)
Call Shaq Moe, he let the MAC blow
And he bombin' n***as like Osama
Cray Cray my young n***a (Cray Cray)
And K.I. my young killer (K.I.)
A lot of n***as be rappin' (They rappin')
But we the ones tote guns, n***a (Aha)
I'll take you down for them funds, n***a (For the funds)
Shooters ain't for nothin', n***a (Baow, baow, baow)
Ride on you while you lackin'
Click-clack, better run, n***a, huh (Boom-boom-boom)
[Chorus: FBG Dutchie]
My young n***as, they gon' murder
I send my young n***as, they gon' murder
My young n***as, they gon' murder
You fuck around with them fuck arounds and you fuck around and get murdered (Ayy)
My young n***as, they gon' murder
They cookin' n***as just like burgers (Boom, boom)
What's your name? You ain't makin' no noise, n***a, I ain't never heard of you (Heh?)
You fuck around with them fuck arounds and you fuck around and get murdered (Ayy)