[Part I]
[Intro]
FTP Records, sign or die
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Signin' or die)
[Verse 1]
We'll turn his SUV to a bicycle
Chain so froze that these hoes formin' icicles
Got a plug on dog food, but we don't buy kibble
Better get a 40, boy, them lil' 9s tickle
Your bitch like Bubble Bass, she tryna bite pickle
Thinkin' you a big dog, you gon' die little
I can drop a fifty-piece in less than five dribbles
Black mask, white buffs, yeah, the rights civil
Caught him wintertime hangin' like a candy cane
Sweet-toothin', old-school with the candy paint
Got a white boy who pull up shootin' like he Danny Ainge
Off two tres in Indi' likе I'm Danny Granger
Man, you hoes be thе strangest
Switchy to his whip, now that bitch needs some maintenance
The money that you prayin' on some shit I leave the bank with
Man, them both sides trippin', I need three replacements
Caught a play downtown at Aretha Franklin
Shootin' tracers, but we're not leavin' traces
Tryna catch a vibe to the beat, keep it playin'
Outer space off the shroomies, finna leave Uranus, pause
You follow trends and laws
Real dog, I'll make a bitch beg, then crawl
Drip so ridiculous, even a ten on drawers
Make a thirty of a verse, then a ten off fraud right after
Scammin' with some site hackers
You the type to make a fifty, thinkin' you got life mastered
When the heat gets applied, you can watch the ice shatter
Every other day, I'm startin' to see the flight pattern
In the jungle with a stick like I'm Rambo
Brodie fightin' case after case like he Malvo
Told your bitch to give me head, Al Snow
Up that little deuce-deuce, gon' let a fifty-cal blow
Leave him in the whip if he snitched on my— (Shh)
Fake ID for the check, it say Jack Jones
You would think a clear sale goin' on, we tag toes
Told you everything I was gon' do, like, why you mad, ho?
You ain't have to leave, you ain't have to switch
Internet thuggers trollin', go and grab the glitch
Know the game like the back of my hand, analyst
Truck on me, tank premium just like my cannabis
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam, you know?
Fuck The Population
FTP shit
[Intro]
FTP Records, sign or die
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Signin' or die)
[Verse 1]
We'll turn his SUV to a bicycle
Chain so froze that these hoes formin' icicles
Got a plug on dog food, but we don't buy kibble
Better get a 40, boy, them lil' 9s tickle
Your bitch like Bubble Bass, she tryna bite pickle
Thinkin' you a big dog, you gon' die little
I can drop a fifty-piece in less than five dribbles
Black mask, white buffs, yeah, the rights civil
Caught him wintertime hangin' like a candy cane
Sweet-toothin', old-school with the candy paint
Got a white boy who pull up shootin' like he Danny Ainge
Off two tres in Indi' likе I'm Danny Granger
Man, you hoes be thе strangest
Switchy to his whip, now that bitch needs some maintenance
The money that you prayin' on some shit I leave the bank with
Man, them both sides trippin', I need three replacements
Caught a play downtown at Aretha Franklin
Shootin' tracers, but we're not leavin' traces
Tryna catch a vibe to the beat, keep it playin'
Outer space off the shroomies, finna leave Uranus, pause
You follow trends and laws
Real dog, I'll make a bitch beg, then crawl
Drip so ridiculous, even a ten on drawers
Make a thirty of a verse, then a ten off fraud right after
Scammin' with some site hackers
You the type to make a fifty, thinkin' you got life mastered
When the heat gets applied, you can watch the ice shatter
Every other day, I'm startin' to see the flight pattern
In the jungle with a stick like I'm Rambo
Brodie fightin' case after case like he Malvo
Told your bitch to give me head, Al Snow
Up that little deuce-deuce, gon' let a fifty-cal blow
Leave him in the whip if he snitched on my— (Shh)
Fake ID for the check, it say Jack Jones
You would think a clear sale goin' on, we tag toes
Told you everything I was gon' do, like, why you mad, ho?
You ain't have to leave, you ain't have to switch
Internet thuggers trollin', go and grab the glitch
Know the game like the back of my hand, analyst
Truck on me, tank premium just like my cannabis
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam, you know?
Fuck The Population
FTP shit
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