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Letra : FTO
B*t*h, we FTO, he throw that sh*t up, he get sprayed
Hundred members in this b*t*h, we jump out quick, and hit the brakes
30's hanging out my pocket when I'm boppin' through the place
(Yo, Adb, this beat go crazy)
Man, you know we run the city, for them opp boys it ain't safe
B*t*h, we FTO, he throw that sh*t up, he get sprayed
Hundred members in this b*t*h, we jump out quick, and hit the brakes
30's hanging out my pocket when I'm boppin' through the place
Man, you know we run the city, for them opp boys it ain't safe
In your section get it bussin', empty clips all in your face
Do the race, we paper chasin', HGK, and ain't sh*t changed
Came up off a hand to hand, and kicking traps, and hitting stains
Know my brother's got my back, vice versa, yeah, we the same
Grr-rrt, boppin' on your block
Blue-tips all up in the top
N***as dying over pu**y, don't lose your life for these thots
N***as claiming that they outside, when they outside they get shot
N***as tweakin' in my DM's, pull up gang, don't make it hot
We getting guwop on any block
Drop a birdie in the pot
Buss up traps in every city, we there early, come and shop
Shut down strips, I make a quick flip, shawty worried I get caught
But I can't go out like no sucker, you get buried if you plot
Make you go out like your homie, who left thirty on the spot
You know how we rock when we coming
Hollows start piercing your stomach
N***as love rapping and bluffing
Until they get caught out in public
And put in a box like his cousin, grr-rrt
Or get put on a shirt like his best friend
Pussies get left in the dead end
Grr-rrt, grr-rrt
B*t*h, we FTO, he throw that sh*t up, he get sprayed
Hundred members in this b*t*h, we jump out quick, and hit the brakes
30's hanging out my pocket when I'm boppin' through the place
Man, you know we run the city, for them opp boys it ain't safe
In your section get it bussin', empty clips all in your face
Do the race, we paper chasin', HGK, and ain't sh*t changed
Came up off a hand to hand, and kicking traps, and hitting stains
Know my brother's got my back, vice versa, yeah, we the same
I'm Go Get 'Em Gang, but you know what that mean, I'm HGK
They left Smokey on the sidewalk
Was laughing, I seen his brains
Lotta days, yeah, by the Rabba, in a stollie, not a Range
Puffy ain't ride for his homies, all he do is steal they fame
And I'm lactose, so no Ano
Do a drill, nah, I ain't parrow
This my dollars, it ain't borrow
In the Parks, I'm causing sorrow
Lotta dead opps, they got hollows
How you Halal Gang? You gallo
On the 'net, yeah, they say tweakin', but I'm DT, never see 'em
They know I'm quick, hop out leave him
See they're homie, get to squeezing
NSK pack, yeah, I'm chiefing
HGK, it's HGK, ballin' on 'em every season
Do it bare face, give me reason
Can never switch up on gang, over there they love that treason
B*t*h, we FTO, he throw that sh*t up, he get sprayed
Hundred members in this b*t*h, we jump out quick, and hit the brakes
30's hanging out my pocket when I'm boppin' through the place
Man, you know we run the city, for them opp boys it ain't safe
In your section get it bussin', empty clips all in your face
Do the race, we paper chasin', HGK, and ain't sh*t changed
Came up off a hand to hand, and kicking traps, and hitting stains
Know my brother's got my back, vice versa, yeah, we the same
Hundred members in this b*t*h, we jump out quick, and hit the brakes
30's hanging out my pocket when I'm boppin' through the place
(Yo, Adb, this beat go crazy)
Man, you know we run the city, for them opp boys it ain't safe
B*t*h, we FTO, he throw that sh*t up, he get sprayed
Hundred members in this b*t*h, we jump out quick, and hit the brakes
30's hanging out my pocket when I'm boppin' through the place
Man, you know we run the city, for them opp boys it ain't safe
In your section get it bussin', empty clips all in your face
Do the race, we paper chasin', HGK, and ain't sh*t changed
Came up off a hand to hand, and kicking traps, and hitting stains
Know my brother's got my back, vice versa, yeah, we the same
Grr-rrt, boppin' on your block
Blue-tips all up in the top
N***as dying over pu**y, don't lose your life for these thots
N***as claiming that they outside, when they outside they get shot
N***as tweakin' in my DM's, pull up gang, don't make it hot
We getting guwop on any block
Drop a birdie in the pot
Buss up traps in every city, we there early, come and shop
Shut down strips, I make a quick flip, shawty worried I get caught
But I can't go out like no sucker, you get buried if you plot
Make you go out like your homie, who left thirty on the spot
You know how we rock when we coming
Hollows start piercing your stomach
N***as love rapping and bluffing
Until they get caught out in public
And put in a box like his cousin, grr-rrt
Or get put on a shirt like his best friend
Pussies get left in the dead end
Grr-rrt, grr-rrt
B*t*h, we FTO, he throw that sh*t up, he get sprayed
Hundred members in this b*t*h, we jump out quick, and hit the brakes
30's hanging out my pocket when I'm boppin' through the place
Man, you know we run the city, for them opp boys it ain't safe
In your section get it bussin', empty clips all in your face
Do the race, we paper chasin', HGK, and ain't sh*t changed
Came up off a hand to hand, and kicking traps, and hitting stains
Know my brother's got my back, vice versa, yeah, we the same
I'm Go Get 'Em Gang, but you know what that mean, I'm HGK
They left Smokey on the sidewalk
Was laughing, I seen his brains
Lotta days, yeah, by the Rabba, in a stollie, not a Range
Puffy ain't ride for his homies, all he do is steal they fame
And I'm lactose, so no Ano
Do a drill, nah, I ain't parrow
This my dollars, it ain't borrow
In the Parks, I'm causing sorrow
Lotta dead opps, they got hollows
How you Halal Gang? You gallo
On the 'net, yeah, they say tweakin', but I'm DT, never see 'em
They know I'm quick, hop out leave him
See they're homie, get to squeezing
NSK pack, yeah, I'm chiefing
HGK, it's HGK, ballin' on 'em every season
Do it bare face, give me reason
Can never switch up on gang, over there they love that treason
B*t*h, we FTO, he throw that sh*t up, he get sprayed
Hundred members in this b*t*h, we jump out quick, and hit the brakes
30's hanging out my pocket when I'm boppin' through the place
Man, you know we run the city, for them opp boys it ain't safe
In your section get it bussin', empty clips all in your face
Do the race, we paper chasin', HGK, and ain't sh*t changed
Came up off a hand to hand, and kicking traps, and hitting stains
Know my brother's got my back, vice versa, yeah, we the same
