FYTB lyrics

[Intro]
(Sosa 808 got this b*tch knockin', n*gga, ayy)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I came in the game flexin', I was born to ball, yeah (Flexin')
With a big bag, a n*gga fly like Santa Claus (Bag)
Man, these n*ggas rappin', cappin', actin' like they got it all (Cap)
But they don't, dawg, man, these n*ggas fraud, uh
Glizock, he for real, he the real deal, y'all (Yeah)
Yeah, they say it's time to kill, just look at my skeleton
Yeah, I hop up in my whip, my whip look like Megatron
Yeah, motherf*ck your deal, I made that lil' sh*t in six months (Yeah, that's real sh*t, n*gga)

[Chorus]
n*gga, f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (f*ck you talkin' 'bout?)
I had racks on me then, racks on me now, yeah
I was strapped back then, still strapped now, yeah
Your b*tch seen Glizock and she damn near blacked out, uh
Yeah, I really live the life these n*ggas rap 'bout, uh
I ain't wrestling with my mouth, no, I don't rap battle, uh
Yeah, young n*gga came from sh*t, but I didn't tap out, uh
Have you ever spent a night up in the traphouse? Huh?

[Verse 2]
God, please protect my cheese 'cause these rats out, yeah
I can't give no ho my seed, I can't crash out, huh
I brought the racks out, baby, I brought the racks out (Yeah)
b*tch, I got good credit, but I still cash out
Yeah, just left up out the mall and I don't even check the tags
Yeah, I just hopped up in that new Benz, skrrt skrrt, and I smashed
Yeah, Glizock, he the sh*t, and man, these other n*ggas assed out
Yeah, Glizock walk up in the building, your b*tch, damn near passed out
[Chorus]
n*gga, f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (The f*ck?)
I had racks on me then, racks on me now (Yeah)
I was strapped back then, still strapped now, yeah
Your b*tch seen Glizock and she damn near blacked out, uh
n*gga, f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, b*tch)
I had racks on me then, racks on me now (Yeah)
I was strapped back then, still strapped now, yeah
Your b*tch seen Glizock and she damn near blacked out, uh
Yeah, I really live the life these n*ggas rap 'bout, uh
I ain't wrestling with my mouth, no, I don't rap battle, uh (Nah)
Yeah, young n*gga came from sh*t, but I didn't tap out, uh (Nah)
Have you ever spent a night up in the traphouse? Huh?

[Verse 3]
b*tch, I ran it up, I still'll gun your ass down, yeah
Seventh grade bumpin' Waka, I love them gun sounds, yeah
Now a n*gga drinkin' Wocky, I take mud baths, yeah
These lil' n*ggas just be talkin', ain't got no cash (Ain't got no guap)
Yeah, you broke, boy, he broke, boy, yeah, you n*ggas f*cked up
Thought I told you b*tches that I'm blessed, I didn't luck up
Glizock, let me hold somethin', sh*t, n*gga, hold up
Put that on my daddy, I paid cash for my Rolls truck, yup

[Chorus]
n*gga, f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
I had racks on me then, racks on me now (Yeah)
I was strapped back then, still strapped now, yeah (I'm talkin' 'bout right now)
Your b*tch seen Glizock and she damn near blacked out, uh
Yeah, I really live the life these n*ggas rap 'bout, uh
I ain't wrestling with my mouth, no, I don't rap battle, uh
Yeah, young n*gga came from sh*t, but I didn't tap out, uh
Have you ever spent a night up in the traphouse? Huh? (The f*ck?)