F.T.O.P (Flag On The Play) lyrics

Flag On The Play

I’m talk bout, look, how yall want me to come on this b*tch, yall want me to step on this b*tch
Yall want me to walk on this b*tch, however yall want me to do it, it don’t matter, young n!gg@, da da red dot, RIP my n!gg@ wolph, Long Live lil Dex, Yeah, Yeah

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Cal say he know the way, I told him take the lead/
The way he swing dat stick, should’ve been in da league/
You better pick a side, it ain’t no in between/
Bananas when we slide, we gone let um squeeze/
No I ain’t talking fruit, I’m talkin HD’s/
N!gg@ do your homework before you test mе/
Them boyz love derеck, we got the best cheese/
He caught one body, now get the rest please/
Pulled the plug on um, let that n!gg@ in shock/
Ear to the street, they say he beefin with _____/
Astronaut status b*tch you know how I rock/
I should’ve hit the hoe, his baby momma an opp/
It’s a flag on the play, hold up wait b*tch stop/
That hoe that he be f*ckin, she done gave me the drop/
She told me where he be at, so we swang in the spot/
We pull up then we park, hit the doe and go knock/
Like it’s fourth quarter, I ain’t gone pass I’m gone f*ckin shoot it/
Nike in my vains when it’s pressure I’m a just do it/
Steal toe get on them pills and he get f*ckin booted/
They want fame, errbody claim that they done shot poody/
b*tch I done heard to many name, but who really did it/
Like I’m jesus, tell um leave it flooded and they gone wet the city/
Glock got a weewee let um pee and I ain’t talkin diddy/
I don’t smoke but that’s who, baby brother let me hit it/ (cough cough)
Oh sh*t this n*gga really sticky, 3 n!gg@s and one blunt I just gotta miss it/
It’s no joke they die broke, can’t nobody fix it/
We eat beef don’t play food, we is not picky/
Stop speakin on lil dex and wolph/
Keep them out your mentions/
Beanie Seagal feel it in the air, it’s full of tension/
Last n!gg@ should’ve never played, he ain’t f*ckin listen/
If you ain't get it coming to my senses
I got one foot in the streets, but I’ll never love her/
Can’t get caught up in this sh*t f*ckin without a rubber/
Streets ain’t love nobody it’s a mutherfu*K@/
N!gg@s tellin on each other, low key undercover