Mr. FTO lyrics

by

FTO Sett


[Intro]
(Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
Oh yeah, boy
Slime on the way now, n*gga
He know he f*cked up (Murder and love)
When he gave Sett one of the hoes, you heard me?
Oh yeah (Oh yeah, n*gga)
Aight, bounce back, n*gga (f*ck The Opps Crazy)
Ayy (Slime love)

[Chorus]
I'm that n*gga (Big f*ck The Opps Crazy)
I'm suited in black for that scrilla (Yeah, n*gga)
I'm buyin' 392 for all my killers (What? Slatt)
They come through slidin' fast when they hit ya (We hittin' they ass)
I catch 'em, I take 'em a picture (Ho boy)
Sippin' this drank, sh*t f*ck with my liver
Call up a doctor, clean my systеm (Clean me up)
Ain't sh*t change, gеt you turned off my whistle (Phew)
But still we snatch 'em like a missile
I can't be hangin' 'round unknown n*ggas (Lame-ass n*gga)
Five-seven, yeah, my chopper a pistol
We say f*ck The Opps Crazy, gotta put Mr​.​
I'm takin' her top down, I ain't kiss her
I'm stuck in my way, vanish mode get her (Vanish mode)
My n*gga shot his shot, he ain't even get her (I got this, slime)
I caught her, took her down just for the member (Slap her)
[Verse 1]
This sh*t te amo, know KG, he gon' get 'em (I love you)
I got a recipe for a couple these n*ggas ('Kay)
We throw him a party, he thought we was with him (Birthday party)
Rocked him to sleep, I ain't babysit him (Come here)
I'm huntin' for him, you know hoadie gon' get him (Get the scoop on him)
We movin' beside that car, I'm a rider (I'm a rider)
f*ck all 'em, they gon' die together, we gon' kill 'em
Shoot 'em up, put 'em up (Come here)
We gettin' up close, he gon' die from a slug (Yeah-yeah)
I got jewelry on in front of the judge (All this sh*t on)
If I smile, they gon' mug (Oh yeah, what?)
The state tryna label me as a thug
Prosecutor label me a plug (Big f*ck The Opps Crazy)
I swear to the Tre, that is on all us
We movin' off murder and love (SlimeCrook)

[Chorus]
I'm that n*gga (I'm that n*gga)
I'm suited in black for that scrilla
I'm buyin' 392 for all my killers
They come through slidin' fast when they hit ya (We hittin' 'em)
I catch 'em, I take 'em a picture (Ho boy)
Sippin' this drank, sh*t f*ck with my liver (I'm slime)
Call up a doctor, clean my system (Clean me up)
Ain't sh*t change, get you turned off my whistle (Phew)
But still we snatch 'em like a missile (Get out of there)
I can't be hangin' 'round unkown n*ggas (Lame-ass n*gga)
Five-seven, yeah, my chopper a pistol (Green tip)
We say f*ck The Opps Crazy, gotta put Mr​.​
I'm takin' her top down, I ain't kiss her (Slatt)
I'm stuck in my way, vanish mode get her (Trench move)
My n*gga shot his shot, he ain't even get her (I slapped her)
I caught her, took her down just for the member
[Verse 2]
n*gga be dyin' tryna get some dealin'
These n*ggas ain't got that much faith from they n*gga (Fake-ass fool)
Lil' bruh caught a bop, threw the gun in the river (Yeah)
He was movin' lose, no hundred, I ripped him (I smashed his ass)
7.62 cut him over and I split him (Got him)
Advanced this weapon, protectin' my n*gga (Yeah)
n*gga be talkin' too much, I don't feel him (No)
I ain't cuffin' no b*tch, cut her off of my system (Ah, b*tch)
I'm f*ckin' sh*t up like Tay Keith (Tay Keith)
Like Michael Myers, see my face and they heart beat (Yeah)
I'm steppin' on sh*t like big beef (Big beef)
My sh*t ain't like none of these n*ggas, they got big teeth (Big teeth-ass n*gga)
And everywhere I go, got the gun for a minute (That bread)
That thirty-ball or a fifty-piece (Fifty-piece)
I'm that n*gga, you better not at me (At me)
Where I'm from, n*gga, we at sh*t on the backstreet (SlimeCrook)

[Chorus]
I'm that n*gga (That n*gga)
I'm suited in black for that scrilla
I'm buyin' 392 for all my killers
They come through slidin' fast when they hit ya (We hittin' 'em)
I catch 'em, I take 'em a picture (Ho boy)
Sippin' this drank, sh*t f*ck with my liver (I'm slime)
Call up a doctor, clean my system (Clean me up)
Ain't sh*t change, get you turned off my whistle (Phew)
But still we snatch 'em like a missile (Get out of there)
I can't be hangin' 'round unknown n*ggas (Lame-ass n*gga)
Five-seven, yeah, my chopper a pistol (Green tip)
We say f*ck The Opps Crazy, gotta put Mr​.​
I'm takin' her top down, I ain't kiss her (Slatt)
I'm stuck in my way, vanish mode get her (Trench move)
My n*gga shot his shot, he ain't even get her (I slapped her)
I caught her, took her down just for the member
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