FTS lyrics

[VERSE]
Im on a street, choppa safe on the coupe
Smokin my gas, drink my 40
I do when the street is so empty, waitin for the foe
Point to his head, shoot that sh*t with no rules
No one would notice, ho, stay on the focus
Drive the wheel fast like I drive on that furious
I'm in the race, disappeared like I'm sirius
Hoe why you mad, why you actin so serious
I know this indon talkin hella tough
On the twitter, on tinder he coppin no b*tch
Ride with his gang, he be actin so rough
When he look at my eyes, he be suck his own di*k
Sneakdissin on my team, oh you snitchin
Just wait for my indon be ready to kickin
I let my shoe hit the face like the time you got kiss
From your hoe on that room, oh your hoe ? I've been tested it
Wait, indon be mad
Don't give a f*ck, see ya on the street, I'm leavin a tats
Hold on, wait, check on his stats
Indon's a pus*y, this indon's a wack
I'll be pull up my tec, start to pull the trigger and say

[HOOK]
f*ck that sh*t
f*ck that sh*t
f*ck that sh*t
f*ck that sh*t
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[VERSE]
b*tch, I met baphomet, and I kick his f*ckin ass
Call me black everytime they see me rappin on the class
Throwin trash to your f*ckin benz like I throw a stash
Do the dash when his blood drippin hard on those glass, b*tch
Slide on those indon
Ain't f*ck with those indon
Those indon ain't sh*t
He can't f*ck with my Indon
Boy, you a snitch
Gnarly boiz are the clique
Tryna mess with the boiz
Gnarly boiz on your b*tch
I smoke on my skunk
While I watch you got punked
Laughin like im a demon
You scream on that trunk
f*ck donald trump
I ain't f*ck with no sc*m
Now I f*ck with your b*tch
I'll be sayin this

[HOOK]
f*ck that sh*t
f*ck that sh*t
f*ck that sh*t
f*ck that sh*t
2x