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fbgk - ftos twan lyrics

[intro]
(lorenz, don’t stop)
(ayy, good lookin’ for this, cali)

[verse]
oh, he named himself head, well, i’m tryna catch his head, blow his mind open
catch him out, if he try to run away, blow his spine open
all i wanna do is k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, k!ll ’til my time open
they said weed k!ll cells, b*tch, i blow just to keep me focused
when y’all came down my block, y’all was not blowin’
and i wasn’t even there, that’s the crazy part
tryna record everything that y’all do, y’all gotta play it smart
this b*tch really think that i’m her n*gga, we just f*ckin’, b*tch, play your part
lil’ b*tch tryna love on me, what the f*ck?
you don’t know me, lil’ b*tch, i’ll take your heart and run with it
don’t call this sh*t art, how i put it together, i have fun with it
and, b*tch, everywherе i go, you know i gotta keep my f*ckin’ gun with me
all i know is red rum when i see thе opps
and every time i send a shot, somebody gettin’ shot
b*tch, i’m top shotta, i dare a n*gga play up on my top
put an opp out with all this heat, man, i swear i made his face drop
boy, you ain’t got no aim, shootin’ towards the ground
he got a limp when he walk, i know he keep a frown
we the ones turned the beef up when they seen they mans on the ground
talkin’ all that rah*rah sh*t and got his b*tch ass fanned down
in this rap sh*t, y’all whole camp can’t f*ck with me, hands down
and how y’all claim y’all some opps and y’all fanned out?
free gang, i can’t wait ’til they let my mans out
broke*ass n*gga, you’ll never see me askin’ for a handout
i’m top shotta, n*ggas know what’s up with me, boy
try me, n*gga, you gon’ d*i*e, boy
run up, get blown down thinkin’ sh*t sweet, boy
you need to chill the f*ck out, you can never be me, boy
the boys out, b*tch, and i’m still ridin’ with it
thought he was a certified tweaker, how he die with it?
b*tch*ass n*gga tried to duck the shots, still hit him
long live tay, shootin’ a 27, make the opps still feel him
i’m tryna get some sh*t crackin’, n*gga, tell the opps pop out
before i pull up, i’m tryna see if i’m hangin’ out or hoppin’ out
f*ck n*ggas, let me catch you tryna chill, then i’m hoppin’ out
we caught ’em with they pants down the worst way, so we had to box ’em out
i’m tryna figure out who want smoke, tell ’em come with it
b*tch, i’m ready for anything, b*tch, i’m done with it
n*ggas wanna rap like me, y’all my sons, n*gga
they was hatin’ on me, now i’m in my bag, b*tch, i’m that one n*gga
if you see me out, b*tch, i don’t talk much
they was sleepin’ on me, now it’s time to turn the notch up
you only drove to the store, now you claim you on an opp hunt
b*tch, i’m a humble*ass n*gga, boy, i ain’t gotta stunt, it’s facts
it’s tay mafia, b*tch, we turn opps to a pack
b*tch, i’m really turnt for real, they can’t face the fact
on bullsh*t if you see me up in all black
got a four*nick on me, this four*five’ll push a n*gga sh*t back
high as f*ck, these dead n*ggas pushed my sh*t back
try me and get your stupid ass gift*wrapped
b*tch*ass n*gga, once he dead, you can’t get him back
n*gga, go and step, b*tch*ass n*gga, you need to get some get*back
don’t call my phone, i ain’t tryna talk, b*tch
the beef on, this ain’t work, i ain’t callin’ off
the way i shoot this arp, b*tch, it’s like it’s tryna talk
i ain’t worried ’bout no n*gga touchin’ me, these n*ggas cotton soft
n*ggas always sneak dissin’ to the hoes, they need to knock it off
g*y*ass n*gga
stay safe before you end up in the past, n*gga
oh, you mad, n*gga?
catch you out and send shots and make you run fast, n*gga

- ftos twan lyrics

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