FTO Lyrics

Mine five four I'm off-scene

Pew pew pew pew

I'm outside where the fuck is opps at

I'm outside where the fuck is opps at

Uh uh

Go go go go go go

I'm outside where the fuck is opps at

Been through the block in a whip bitch we finna flip that

762 they come in like bombs better get you a hardhat

Me and foenem in the back of that minivan

He trynna to run from this bitch and I bet he won't run again

Walk wit the stick got me felling like xanman

Ambidextrous shoot with the left hand

Step on my bapes in this bitch get hit with a backhand

Won't walk in this bitch if I can't bring the pipe in

Yo bops a freak I'm blowin' her back in

Get booked for a show I better be getting that back in

Foreign whip we don't side in no equinox

Overdose on the drink got me feeling like Speaker knockz

Still out I still mm-mm fuck still outside where fuck Is the opps at

He talkin' about beef then it's beef nigga we ain't gon' drop that

Whip out a drake and I bet it's gon' solve that

I'm feeling like Savage I'm bringing that crank back

Nah fuck it I'm feeling like Jeezy I'm bringing the trap back

Told that bitch I'm him

Mm-mm fuck wrong song

We in that field throwin bullets like go long I keep me a pipe im not that nigga to punch on

We spinnin back to back bitch like ping pong play wit my niggas they goin ape shit

King Kong he talkin bout beef then we at his door ding ding

Seven six two in the chop him I bet it's gon' chop him up

I'm in the trap wit my feet up

Yo Bop on my dick I tell that bitch eat up

She bite on my shit then she getting beat up

Sippin' on wok bitch I'm bout to geek up

We pourin' a 12 in a liter

OG down the street he trap off a beeper

I'm not doing songs

I don't fuck with you niggas

I walk wit that fat shit bet it gon' bake all you niggas

You rap-ass niggas be stealin my shit I'm tired of niggas

You fuck niggas gay go off bitch

He tryna run get hit with a switch

You fuck niggas weird on feminine shit

I stay with a pole like I'm fishing and shit

I drop me a pint of the wok I'm dumber than shit

He reach for my neck and we poppin' and shit

She not tryna fuck she getting the boot

My boy like JB he tryna shoot

On God if you touch me he finna blow like a flute

Seven six two at his stomach I bet he gon' puke

I'm scamming these niggas like suge

He finna get shot i don't do the hooks