ftl Lyrics

We finna serve up that pack for the low

He tryna cop up but lil nigga it's slow

Try sliming me nigga you meeting the lord

Send that boy right to his granny on bro

Drifting through bitches like it's Tokyo

She want the kids but I told her it's slow

Feeling like pouring some wock on these hoes

She asked if I'm serving I told her, "Who knows?"

Mixing that Bape with that Mimi

I heard that lil hoe new man wanna be me

Young nigga not blind, but somehow he Stevie

Can't wait to go up and you see me on tv

It's crazy cause you wasn't fucking with me or my clothes

Bought you some swag, did you wear it? Who knows

I was gone put that Chanel on your toes

Vivienne necklace, what color? You know

I know my voice is angelic

Pussy so old that shit look like a relic

Getting that guap, it's green like some relish

Finna get rich and get my wrist embellished

I keep saying I'ma just smoke out the pig-gity pack

That's cause that shit keep me down, that's a fact

I could just lose and go and attack

Tryna stay calm so I'm smoking this gas (Yeah)

We finna serve up that pack for the low

He tryna cop up but lil n***a it's slow

Try sliming me n***a you meeting the lord

Send that boy right to his granny on bro

Drifting through b***hes like it's Tokyo

She want the kids but I told her it's slow

Feeling like pouring some wok on these hoes

We finna serve up that pack for the low

He tryna cop up but lil n***a it's slow

Try sliming me n***a you meeting the lord

Send that boy right to his granny on bro

Drifting through bitches like it's Tokyo

She want the kids but I told her it's slow

Feeling like pouring some wock on these hoes

She asked if I'm serving I told her, "Who knows?"