FTI YSB OG

On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "FTI" by YSB OG. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.

[Intro]
(Fuck the industry, nigga)
(Ayy, Yuney, fire that shit up)
Aight
[Verse]
Don't play it if you greasy, bitch
Foenem just came home, we finna turn up, get it lit
Throw your ass a party, then turn around and send a blitz
Geeking 'round the lobby, lil' momma bust it, doing splits
Six-hunnid, that's for one zip
Rolling back to back on some dumb shit
Stuff five grams in a wood like, fuck it
Sliding all in traffic, bitch, we thugging in public
Real dope dealer, bitch, we sell controlled substance
I re-rock the brick, and my eyes wasn't even open
Cuz hit my line, said, "Is that backdoor open?"
Smoking on some jungle boys, boy, this shit smoking
A hunnid P's in, get 'em gone, got 'em floating
I'm in L.A. getting high as a blimp
Takе a trip to the Raq, pop out with the stick
Foenеm going crazy, they got .30's and them blicks
Them folksnem got fifties and hunnid round clips
Send a nigga fly high, long live the fly guy
Talk down on the gang, he must not be a wise guy
You ever seen a nigga brains make a momma cry-cry?
Flexing on my exes in that foriegn, tell 'em, "Bye-bye"
Soulja hating ass niggas, I can see you over there
When a real nigga get in the room, all they do is stare
Bitch, that not no bussdown, boy, that shit got a glare
Know folksnem still taking shit, man, they really don't care