FTO lyrics

[Intro]
[?] Riverse
Go, go, go, real Murda Worth sh*t, I'm talking 'bout
But I'm still on the D line
I'm into it with her n*gga, she still let me in that feline
In that feline
Go, go

[Chorus]
I'm gettin' that f*ck the opps, them n*ggas broke, them b*tches act like hoes
I ain't gon' lie, lil' baby, that money came in, I spent that on my clothes
I know he dead, it hurt the heart different, he a ho, shoulda' went out blowin'
She give me head, then I start dippin' when she talk about more thеn blowin' it (b*tch, ayy)
At first, you was cool, but you blowin' it (Baby)
I never f*cked with thе school, stopped goin' to it
I got two nines, like I'm Watt, but I be throwin' 'em
But I'm still on the D line
I'm into it with her n*gga, she still let me in that feline
You ain't getting to it, boy, keep tryin' (keep tryin')

[Verse]
I know that n*gga dead, it hurt the heart, 'cause we spin different
32 roll fit up in a Glock, like, J Mane hit different
sh*t hit different, like, J Mane, give me that brain-brain, put it on cam, like Ray J
I'm under the deuce, not insane, I step on double O, like I did that sh*t for Kay J, and I don't even know him
My contract killer'll get 'em, I'm knowin'
We in that Fisker, pistol, blowin'
We in that city, pistol showin', showin' no pity, get to blowin'
12 get on us, then b*tch, take the gun and hold it
Money too good, baby, you'll be back by the mornin'
My n*gga died, he shot at the cops, n*gga, I'm not foldin'
[Chorus]
I'm gettin' that f*ck the opps, them n*ggas broke, them b*tches act like hoes
I ain't gon' lie, lil' baby, that money came in, I spent that on my clothes
I know he dead, it hurt the heart different, he a ho, shoulda' when out blowin'
She give me head, then I start dippin' when she talk about more then blowin' it (b*tch, ayy)
At first, you was cool, but you blowin' it (Baby)
I never f*cked with the school, stopped goin' to it
I got two nines, like I'm Watt, but I be throwin' 'em
But I'm still on the D line
I'm into it with her n*gga, she still let me in that feline
You ain't getting to it, boy, keep trying

[Outro]
Keep trying
Hurt the heart, 'cause we spin different (b*tch)
Glock, like, J Mane hit different (b*tch, J Mane, J Mane)
(Cam like, Ray J)
(Insane)
(For Kay J)