FTO lyrics

[Intro: Bory300]
(Envious)
They gon' be mad at this one, word to my mother
Everything dead (Everything dead), everything dead (Every K)
Free Flock (Ah)

[Verse 1: Bory300]
EBK, but I f*ck with my DOA's
Three-hundred shots, tryna find out where Nesty lay (Grrah, grrah)
And I don't give a f*ck, I just beat a case
No, I don't follow, b*tch, I'm tryna lead the way (Grrah, boom)
It's free Dot, I'm tryna slide with a double-B
Callin' up Just', he might slide with a double-D
If I catch AJ, he crash, now he dead
And I don't give a f*ck, n*gga, watchin' my Jet
I f*ck with some Loccs who really be on go
Ayo, TG, wipe that n*gga nose
And he jack the Y's so now he gotta go
Oh, that's Scottie, turn her to a ghost
Oh, wait, don't throw
I'm tryna hit a opp, gettin' up closе
f*ck KK, I almost took his soul
Got booked a few times and not oncе did I fold

[Verse 2: Justo B]
Where the click-out? I-I'm excited (I'm excited)
Like, why I ain't get invited? (Like, why?)
Twin chops, hangin' out the window (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Everybody runnin' when we shot it (Everybody runnin')
How the f*ck? How you feelin' like 'Melo? (Like, how?)
You did bad, you ran on Yellow (He pus*y)
And Ldot went out on a— (Haha)
Get the drop, we gon' slide in a rental
AJ died, I was laughin' (Hahaha)
Where he go? He dead in a casket (That n*gga dead)
Say Drilly, you shot, like, what happened? (Like, what?)
When I see you better have your ratchet (Matt Sav)
I be smokin' new opps, that's SB
Red tint on this, click on this XD (Grrah, grrah)
He got shot and he dropped in a liquor store
What the f*ck, how he died to the deli? (Like, how?)
What the f*ck with these opps? Like (Like)
Havin' kids with thots (Thotties)
Lil' Bri gotta stop (Gotta stop that sh*t)
She was with us, spinnin' on the opps, like (No cap)
f*ck that, I'm on hots
b*tch, I was there when Ray's people got sho—
Free Block, free Flock
Dot on your block, twin chops and you drop
[Verse 3: TG Crippy]
What the f*ck, who is this? (Who this?)
Why the f*ck is this kid on my di*k? (Like, why?)
You f*cked who? What b*tch?
Mad, 'cause what? n*gga, suck my di*k (Suck my di*k), like
Sha Gz, stop runnin' ya lips (Grrah)
Cause you ran on Woo Lotti and you never did sh*t (And you dirty)
And don't tell me that you caught a hit (You didn't)
'Cause, n*gga, you lyin', you never did sh*t (Never did sh*t), like
How I'm mad 'cause you f*ckin' my b*tch?
What b*tch did you f*ck? You dirty and sh*t
Came home with no drip, like
Why you jack CripK? You ain't touch no crip
I catch a YG then I'm throwin' like six
We gon' leave that boy dead 'cause we don't give a sh*t (Grrah, grrah)
We gon' leave that boy dead 'cause we don't give a sh*t (Dotty)
Ayo Justo, that's Shocka?
Can't forget Tidda, got took off the roster (Took off the roster)
Catch lil' Spongy, he gon' need a doctor (Need a doctor)
Keep squeezin' 'til I hit his māthā
Keep talkin' on JB, are you stupid?
Spin through Jef while I'm bumpin' my music (Bumpin' my music)
Dare a dumb dirty n*gga act stupid
I'ma keep flockin' 'til he on the news clip (Grrah, grrah)
f*ck 5, Channel 11
They just gon' tell you how he went to heaven
Outside when I was like seven (When I was like seven)
Never got shot, why you talkin' some Mex' sh*t?
Yus Gz got hit on some chest sh*t
Never got back but he still talkin' reckless (Chest shot)
Yus Gz got hit on some chest sh*t
Never got back but he still talkin' reckless (Chest shot)
[Outro: TG Crippy]
Go get f*ckin' back, n*gga
Word to my dead, n*gga
You soft, n*gga (Envious)
And you broke, n*gga
All your f*ckin' drip fake, dirty
Suck my di*k, n*gga