Intro

Let's go
FF FF FF

You Beef with me, I know he tripping
Gone find yourself somewhere missing

You won't ever see me dissing
We pulling up on a mission

I can't take a nigga serious
None of my ops is living

They said chill out with spinning, but nigga I couldn't listen

I got killers up in Macon
A cook ya ass like some bacon

Kick a door I think it's vacant
But If it ain't gotta make it

I sent niggas to the doctor, cuz I ain't never had patients

Diss on me we got take it
We spinning all cross the nation

I was blowing Nines until I saw a .380
Pull her hair when I'm behind, I know what a make her crazy

Seventeen I'm with the guys, we cracking heads like it's the eighties
And they tried us every time like nigga we ain't no babies

They like Tez folks when you started rapping, we was really sliding
In the hood like engines we the reason why these niggas dying

Name a op you know that be posted up, cause niggas really hiding
Beef with us then we gone beef it up like it's 2009

Late night in a Stolo
In a four door riding solo

Catch em run down with a 4-0
Drop my mask like in a photo

We be spinning like a yo-yo
When he fell he fell in slo-mo

On his head like it's a go-pro
He want smoke we giving promo

Any bag I get I flash it
Cause I ain't so use to having

If I see a op I'm crashing
I swear to god I ain't laughing

I post shit like I be out of town
Really I'm out in traffic

Spent 2k like it was my career
Then it's right back to trappin

Told my ops be cool before we have to come and flip his ass
He was pose to fill up at the store but he ain't get the gas

I can't cap like last time they was on it told em hit the gas
Stole from FF so when we see em we gone get his ass

This that murder music, fuck with me you know its sudden death
She just wanna fuck on me because she know I'm FF

Every glock I ever squeezed l gotta blow til nothing left
Lil hoe just get on yo knees I want the throat and nothing else

He was bumping sosa on the court until they put em in
Tez was bumping sosa on the porch until they let em spin

I was doing this shit for bro ain't never touch a dividend
I ain't never lose a bro but I done lost like hella friends

Good head on his shoulders it's too bad I had to knock it off
Nigga fell got up and fell again he tried to walk it off

Put to many holes all on his street they had to block it off
Sneaking dissing on gang we pushing up cause we don't like to talk

Crazy I was kick door
Now I'm paid up off of crypto

Yea

Creep up em like a tip toe
And we spin through like a disco

Yea

5 Percent on window
We can't spin up in no fish bowl

Yea

Draw down like a pencil
He don't know I bet his bitch know

We was vibing, niggas riding
They just through us in mix

We was jiving n freestyling
Now dem niggas on a lick

I can't change up on the four way
Cause niggas was in the bricks

Everything glock I got my baby
Come touch me this bitch a kick

Gang

Fuck the ops
Bitch