Ftcu

Too many niggas deep I got the glick in here
100 for a piece im tapping cards with my gz in here
If I hit the road im guaranteed im bringing three in here
Vacuum seal the pack and let it go across the atmosphere

My dawg just got a body he went missing
He not even here
I done broke the bitch and now she crying
She can keep the tears
Double up my profit I put diamonds in my fucking ears
We do 31s aint never scared cause we don't have no fears
Judge gave em 20 he was facing about 50 years
Co defendent Coppin he was snitching he came in a year
Money on his head but if he hiding we go to his pears
Fuck the club up bring a bottle I'm done with tequila
Belly of the beast I feel like Ock I don't fuck with Keisha
Known to have some money I be chilling I don't fuck with people
Gz on my side with the Glock she a grim reaper
Spazz on that nigga Im not in to be a people pleaser

Fuck the Club Up
Fuck the Club Up
Gettin to the money
I been Trappin till the sun up
Money coming in
Me and Wan cop a freight truck
Ima big dawg lil nigga I am not a pup
We got lower numbers tell them niggas
They can shop with Us
We can got bars that just came off the school bus
Ya mans not ya man pillow talking so that boy fucked
Balling like Im Giannis counting green ima get bucks



Credits
Writer(s): Eli Winchester
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link