F.T.O.K
Pull it off and get away
We done slid down blocks and hit his face, no everyday
He want smoke, we blow his mind, bitch, we every nigga K
If he diss one of my guys, bet he won't see the next day
Load up bro, we finna slide, we finna go that off the Drake
Man, I hate when niggas lyin', they be fakin' bout some pape
He can say that he my guy, but he ain't up and let it spray
Relax my mind, I know he shot and I can put that on bro grave
My time to shine, I strap my iron even when I step on the stage
I been stabbed so many times, man, this shit look like crochet
The way I feel, no, I can't think, I'm sippin' lean get through the day
I want a meal not just a plate I'm in the hills I'm MIA
I'm broke the scale I'm pushin pape don't give a damn who makin pape
Trap and scamin save the day if I bound to spray
Another 3 5 to the face, I'm high as fuck, boa what a day
All I know is get some pape all I know is make a way
All I know is get some commas keep them niggas out your space
Push up on him like a plank, ballin' hard like ja or clay
I'ma hit my target, want no bullet, ever end up straight
You done held me down for so long auntie you forever straight
I heard he mad that I got next he 30 and he still ain't paid
Yeah, I'm finna call bro real quick
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
Pick up the phone just one more time
I can't help but reminisce, so I told bro just pour the lines
I done been through hella shit, they took my mans Im finna slide
FTOK because I miss all of my guys
He talkin' hot, he took his last trip in that ride
We caught a snitch, he caught like three and then caught nine
Richard Millie on my wrist you not my kind
Seen a opp and I done clapped off every round
Every round, every round
Uh, every round, uh, uh
I keep sippin' on this lean, I think my kidney's hurting
Me and bro been spinnin down they blunt, I'm tryna leave him hurting
I just got a brand new Glock and I put like 50 on it
And I got a brand new opp and I put like 50 on em
Uh, uh, I keep sippin' lean, I put my feelings in my cup
When we clear the scene we puttin' bodies in the trunk
Know you not for me you know I know cause you done fucked up
I can't put my cup up
Gang long live the guys free all the homies
I can't put my cup up
I can't put my cup up
We done slid down blocks and hit his face, no everyday
He want smoke, we blow his mind, bitch, we every nigga K
If he diss one of my guys, bet he won't see the next day
Load up bro, we finna slide, we finna go that off the Drake
Man, I hate when niggas lyin', they be fakin' bout some pape
He can say that he my guy, but he ain't up and let it spray
Relax my mind, I know he shot and I can put that on bro grave
My time to shine, I strap my iron even when I step on the stage
I been stabbed so many times, man, this shit look like crochet
The way I feel, no, I can't think, I'm sippin' lean get through the day
I want a meal not just a plate I'm in the hills I'm MIA
I'm broke the scale I'm pushin pape don't give a damn who makin pape
Trap and scamin save the day if I bound to spray
Another 3 5 to the face, I'm high as fuck, boa what a day
All I know is get some pape all I know is make a way
All I know is get some commas keep them niggas out your space
Push up on him like a plank, ballin' hard like ja or clay
I'ma hit my target, want no bullet, ever end up straight
You done held me down for so long auntie you forever straight
I heard he mad that I got next he 30 and he still ain't paid
Yeah, I'm finna call bro real quick
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
Pick up the phone just one more time
I can't help but reminisce, so I told bro just pour the lines
I done been through hella shit, they took my mans Im finna slide
FTOK because I miss all of my guys
He talkin' hot, he took his last trip in that ride
We caught a snitch, he caught like three and then caught nine
Richard Millie on my wrist you not my kind
Seen a opp and I done clapped off every round
Every round, every round
Uh, every round, uh, uh
I keep sippin' on this lean, I think my kidney's hurting
Me and bro been spinnin down they blunt, I'm tryna leave him hurting
I just got a brand new Glock and I put like 50 on it
And I got a brand new opp and I put like 50 on em
Uh, uh, I keep sippin' lean, I put my feelings in my cup
When we clear the scene we puttin' bodies in the trunk
Know you not for me you know I know cause you done fucked up
I can't put my cup up
Gang long live the guys free all the homies
I can't put my cup up
I can't put my cup up
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Writer(s): Damir Easley
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