FTBU! Lyrics

Yeah, We gone fuck this bitch up, make him never get up, yeah

We gone run it up We gone run it up, yeah

Cruising down yo block in the cock pit

Speeding we on go, fuck that cop shit

FMJ through the door, if we hear them knocking

We gone give them smoke, just cuz it's the only option

We gone fuck this bitch up! Make him never get up

Make you shawty dance to my tunes

Pockets ain't sick but they sticking with the blues

Ima drip nigga, she can tell by the shoes

Laced up, she don't need no makeup

I'm not fucking with no fakers, better raise up I'm the man

Keep a couple bands in my pants, tec in my hand

This Patek up on my wrist, I got diamonds in this shit

I got aace up in this bitch, we got plans on getting rich, uh

Many men done tried but all my friends done died

That's why I stay focused only time I been alive

Cuz I was down bad gotta listen hear me out

Always high on life so I'm done with smoking all this loud

We gone fuck this bitch up, watch me run it up, yeah

Clip you out the picture now you see me getting bigger

And she gone feel me first, she just wanna make me feel her

While I'm getting sicker cause I keep on drinking all this liquor, uh

No time for romancing, diamonds keep on dancing

Turn her to a stripper while my hunnids keep on fanning

I don't need a feature unless you want to put a band in

They gone hat to see me win but love to see me standing

They think they know my moves til I cross and make 'em fall down

Do this for my ma so I gotta keep on showing out

I can do this on my own, I ain't got shit to prove

Always stay humble, but I'm always laughing when they lose

I stay strapped up with the tool cuz I see the ops lurking

And I can't wife no bitch that expects a barking

What you got for me? Cuz I know a lot of freaks, yeah yeah

Bust it to this beat then watch me leave hoe, yeah yeah

Oooooh! How you do that?

I got plugs and they wanting me to move that

Back it up lil mama cuz I'm loving how you do that

how you do that? how you do that? Yeah yeah

Cruising down yo block in the cock pit

Speeding we on go, fuck that cop shit

FMJ through the door, if we hear them knocking

We gone give them smoke, just cuz it's the only option

We gone fuck this bitch up! Make him never get up

Make you shawty dance to my tunes

Pockets ain't sick but they sticking with the blues

Ima drip nigga, she can tell by the shoes

Laced up, she don't need no make up