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don't look back - fto sett lyrics

[intro]
sett
yeah, yeah, f*ck n*gga
(he’s heating up)
know what’s up, pluckin’*ass n*gga

[chorus]
you ain’t out here shootin’ no drac’ (you ain’t firin’ nothin’)
you ain’t chasin’, runnin’ down nothin’ to the face (you ain’t runnin’ nothin’ down)
you ain’t gettin’ up close on no chase (gettin’ up on that)
n*gga, you ain’t tryna k!ll nothin’ and get away (smack somethin’)
n*gga crashin’, wreckin’ the wraith (what?)
i got the window seat fire, that’s my face
the full*auto chopper, n*gga, and the drac’
over three hundred shots, how you gon’ get away? (can’t get away)
i’m runnin’ through town with some country boys with me (country boys with me)
screamin’, “on eye,” they ready to crash (on nathan)
can’t trail me, they up on your ass
h*llcat truck, two hundred the dash (two hundred)
smash, certifiеd smackers, they’ll shoot with no mask
i ain’t gotta tell ‘еm, “spray,” they see me mad
every gun, every clip, we promag (promag)
buck the drive, don’t look back (don’t look back)

[verse 1]
faith in murda, i know he gon’ smack (get up)
ain’t no n*gga gettin’ off, n*gga, we gettin’ back (gettin’ back)
all that trollin’, next time, mention me, n*gga, we can leave out a stretch (cappin’*ass n*gga)
i be chillin’ and chasin’ these fifteens, n*gga tryna keep my eyes with matt
i been movin’ slow, sippin’ that— ugh, n*gga, i been kickin’ sh*t with junior and splatt (junior and splatt)
they know to put the raids up in the back (park that sh*t)
tell ’em, “free c30, speed, and splatt” (free them guys)
you know i ain’t forgettin’ ’bout scat (free scat, n*gga)
i’m countin’ backends with beep and wop
i think my n*ggas count faster than a clock
i’m sick, cold every day, i’m switchin’ my watch (switchin’ my watch)
every day, n*gga, i’m switchin’ my glock (switchin’ my gun)
every time you mention me, a body gon’ drop
[chorus]
you ain’t out here shootin’ no drac’ (you ain’t firin’ nothin’)
you ain’t chasin’, runnin’ down nothin’ to the face (you ain’t runnin’ nothin’ down)
you ain’t gettin’ up close on no chase (gettin’ up on that)
n*gga, you ain’t tryna k!ll nothin’ and get away (smack somethin’)
n*gga crashin’, wreckin’ the wraith (what?)
i got the window seat fire, that’s my face
the full*auto chopper, n*gga, and the drac’
over three hundred shots, how you gon’ get away? (can’t get away)
i’m runnin’ through town with some country boys with me (country boys with me)
screamin’, “on eye,” they ready to crash (on nathan)
can’t trail me, they up on your ass
h*llcat truck, two hundred the dash (two hundred)
smash, certified smackers, they’ll shoot with no mask
i ain’t gotta tell ’em, “spray,” they see me mad
every gun, every clip, we promag (promag)
buck the drive, don’t look back (don’t look back)

[verse 2]
ain’t no pullin’ over neither, n*gga, it’s two hundred shots in the back of this track’ (f*ck)
any car get up close up on this b*tch and them 12 n*ggas gettin’ smacked (smacked out)
bend through there once, scopin’, good game player (okay), so you already know it’s a strat’ (say that)
second time that we hittin’ them, no diddy, n*gga, from the front and the back
i’m sippin’ tech and the tris, posted with them k!llers, you know i ain’t duckin’ no wreck (on murda)
this murder and love, them young n*ggas hop in them cars, i ain’t gotta tell ’em do that (lay somethin’ down)
already know they a threat (already know they on that)
smackin’ on sh*t how they earned they respect (get ’em)
they thinkin’ it’s king crook move every time one of these p*ssies gettin’ stretched
[chorus]
you ain’t out here shootin’ no drac’ (you ain’t firin’ nothin’)
you ain’t chasin’, runnin’ down nothin’ to the face (you ain’t runnin’ nothin’ down)
you ain’t gettin’ up close on no chase (gettin’ up on that)
n*gga, you ain’t tryna k!ll nothin’ and get away (smack somethin’)
n*gga crashin’, wreckin’ the wraith (what?)
i got the window seat fire, that’s my face
the full*auto chopper, n*gga, and the drac’
over three hundred shots, how you gon’ get away? (can’t get away)
i’m runnin’ through town with some country boys with me (country boys with me)
screamin’, “on eye,” they ready to crash (on nathan)
can’t trail me, they up on your ass
h*llcat truck, two hundred the dash (two hundred)
smash, certified smackers, they’ll shoot with no mask
i ain’t gotta tell ’em, “spray,” they see me mad
every gun, every clip, we promag (promag)
buck the drive, don’t look back (don’t look back)

- fto sett lyrics

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