FTO (feat. ybcfxlly)

F*ck the opps, I get the drop, just know I'm slidin' through Catch an opp, we leave him leakin and then it's mama too Into it, with some niggas, cause I heard they tryna pop me We be them grave diggas, so you know that they can't stop me Posted up in baka and you could catch me in the cut Dissin' on them apes, you a dead dude, just watch your back Run up on you quick, you don't need no fuckin' track Catch you slippin' then and you know it ain't no comin' back Jacked you out, you shit, you know you ain't gettin' it back Ain't no mercy in the game, better learn how to act Tag team his ass with them Glocks, let's see how he react Ayy, look, if I catch my opp, catch my opp right there on the spot Watch how I make his body flop, if I had a opp and he had a twin I got two twin Glocks, drums and four Glock 19 All these bitches gon' hit his top, caught his ass walkin, he was on the neck Talkin' bout gettin' back, caught his ass lackin, so we walkin' down Ain't no chit-chat, yeah, he is a hoe, he mad bitch Ain't no gettin' back, spot his mama car, I'ma f*ck that bitch And say I did that, bitch, I don't love you, hoe, f*ck you Bitch, you can get back, if I see your brother, I'ma flip him Cause he a fuckin' rat, bitch, I don't want you, I want your friend Bitch, so get back, bitch, said she gone, I don't get no f*ck It's so hard to count, who on smooth, don't wanna argue Bitch, I don't want head, bitch, drop the low before you piss me off I don't got time for this shit, catch Del Black and we gon' throw him back Put that boy to sleep, hangin' with a nigga named Big 30 The one that felt I was right, nigga probably eat 30 times a day Stomach full of that Sprite