FuotW Lyrics

I step n the club

I might throw racks on the bitch

Exotic bowls straight from LA

I flew back wit da shit

Don't piss me off

I'll take ya life for a hit

Bottega my jeans and its off white for the kicks

Foreign bitch she swallowing dick

Real nasty

Pull up

I like how she get it

I'm Having

I spend some racks ona fit

What happen

Brodie can't end up a Vic

Still trappin'

Brunson came up off a knick

He capping

He only tote'n in pics

Who asking

We got the lo then its lit

You pass it

You scared to throw u a Witch

We riding n foreigns wit switch

I want the mata I don't kiss

Focused

I'm mindin' my biz

It's slapping

Dem wires don't miss

Brodie got court on the 6

Shit gon happen I don't like to diss

Having hoes it's more fish in the lake

40 racks

I seen that shit ina day

Took a trip

Flew back for a play

Ain't a junkie but I be wit j

I hit the stu wit a 4 n a plate

Don't ask me how I'm doing

I'm doin' great

Nobody move

Im movin' like a snake

You lost ya mind oh it was a mistake

All types Rarris nigga we can race

Fresh 30 pack it came straight from chase

You ain't wit gang get the FUOTW

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