FTP ft. Karter Krueger Lyrics

I said Fuck the police yeah they took all my guns

And I used to move weight. Still know dem boys who move tons

I gotta crusty crab bitch yeah that mean she got buns

Hit him like we do percussion we ain't talkin no drums

I said Fuck the police yeah they took all my guns

And I used to move weight. Still know dem boys who move tons

I gotta crusty crab bitch yeah that mean she got buns

Hit him like we do percussion we ain't talkin no drums

I said move up out my way, get out my way, before I buss

I said I make plays and I get paid I turn his head to mush

Trigger finger gonna bust

Now he walk-in with a crutch

Little bitch I say wassup

Little bitch I run it up

Run it up run it up

I got oz's in my cup

Just got a call from the plug

You want some perky's I said yuh

Fly like a turkey jug it up

Fuck you mans I dig him up n fuck him up

N split him up

Fuck it up nah fuck me up

I said Fuck the police yeah they took all my guns

And I used to move weight. Still know dem boys who move tons

I gotta crusty crab bitch yeah that mean she got buns

Hit him like we do percussion we ain't talkin no drums

I said Fuck the police yeah they took all my guns

And I used to move weight. Still know dem boys who move tons

I gotta crusty crab bitch yeah that mean she got buns

Hit him like we do percussion we ain't talkin no drums

You lean on me believably

Your girl does fucking like at least

Sick and full of thievery

I will not hit If I smell yeast

Hated from the West to East

I grew up In the Wasteland streets

Keep on talking shit get creased

Because I'm the Pope your ass a priest

Your homie In Heaven

And yeah his soul Is released

I cannot lie It was funny

Look at who Is not deceased

Running with a tribe called Doom

They'll put your head under a tire

Made music before It was cool

And you weren't you fuckin liar