F.T.B. Lyrics

Uh

I hit from the back, finna (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

Uh, uh, nigga (Nigga)

Ooh, ooh

I hit from the back, finna uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Shorty real fine, real thick from the back she uh, uh, uh, uh

She nasty, uh, uh

She already know I'ma beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it up (Uh)

She took a perc 30, It get tense

Way I'm getting these dollars It don't make cents, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

I be strapped with a stick like a nigga fence

And I'm gon' hit a lick, then we scale the fence

You don't wanna hear shots where ya momma rent

All of my windows is bulletproof they Clark Kent

Nigga just look at this chopper, this shit not pretend

Is shorty fucking, well I say it depends

If your bitch take a perc 30, it get tense

Hop out a whip forgiato, it say on the rim

Got 18 pounds, smoking white mintz

You could see me through the front, but the side got the tints

Nigga if I shoot the chop, then I'm not finna' miss

I'm in LA, put a pint in a big red

He thought he beefing with me, woulda' been dead

I'm with your shorty, she calling me big head

Bitch I'm a king we gon' fuck in a big bed, uh, uh, uh

I beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it up

I'm in a Lambo, I stay undefeated

While I'm switching lanes, she wanna smell it, and eat it

Gotta keep a fan 'cause shit get heated

Ooh, ooh

I hit from the back, finna Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)

Uh, uh

Oooh

I hit from the back, finna uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Shorty real fine, real thick from the back she uh, uh, uh, uh

She nasty, uh, uh

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it up

Ooh, yeah

Huh, huh

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh