MR. FTO lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, vro
Ay, hold on my Glock (Don't pass it to nobody)
A'ight
n*gga, long live Treylynn (Free D4) Uh
(Free Mari, come on)
Let's do it, let's do it
(Sanjay, you tweaked on this)

[Chorus]
I'm off them yerks right now in the stu' with a big-ass button on the back of my Glock (With a big-ass button on the back)
We like to crash, so when we see you, n*gga, it ain't no reason to stop
Goin' two hundred in a brand-new SRT, still screamin', "f*ck all my opps" (FTO [?])
Spinnin' for Trey, long live my slime, I did it for you, we goin' to the top

[Verse]
Lookin' like a lick, sexy-ass chocolate young n*gga, can't forget my pockets a knot
Surrounded by shooters, whole lotta young-n*gga sh*t, if you reach, then your ass gettin' shot
Tell 'em sell me a Glock, yeah, my money good, next thing, then his ass got got
Leave a n*gga [?], steady textin' my phone tryna trade, 'preciate it, a brand-new Glock
I got a Glock, sh*t, lil' bro ain't got it, so I'ma pass it to lil' bro
He get hit with this switch, he'll start holdin' his, uh, I bet a n*gga hit the floor
Speakin' on lil' Treylynn, pop up at your door
Tried to run, the switch had caught him, he slow
I remember lil' Trey made a n*gga get ghost
n*gga, Hank ain't livin', go up on the score (Go do it)
Jizzle dead as dead, should've locked that door
Where the f*ck is lil' Gunna? Oh, nobody knows
Mm, got hit with a switch, start holdin' his sh*t, next second, lil' bro hit the floor
I'm smokin' on Mizzle, he dead than a ho
Went out for a b*tch, n*gga, f*ck Tevo
I call C-Murda, he slidin' for sure
Guess fake Percs kill, should've warned Fazo
Smoke Mika, n*gga, come get up with me
Des died at a school, where the f*ck was his glizzy?
Now, NHG, ahahahaha
Boy, you n*ggas some real-life b*tches (Real-life hoes)
Say Say tried to reach for a Glock, ain't go too well, now lil' bro not livin' (Bro ass dead)
Pay got smoked by a cop, n*ggas lungs collapsed, and Lil Chop b*tch ass wasn't with him
The backdoor snake thought he was a slither, two died in one year, that's a hell of a feelin'
Yeah, we lost lil' Trey, but getback ain't got no date, just chillin', finna be a killin'
And this right here, on Treylynn, by the end of this year, bet four of them young n*ggas feel it
Think he a crash, wanna be a loose screw, run into me, and that screw, I'mma drill it
Jorge over there wanna diss, been rappin' since 2016, need to give that sh*t up
n*ggas go live on they block and leave, n*gga know not to stay, 'cause we f*ckin' sh*t up
He think sh*t sweet, he tryna post on his block, get to hittin', where the f*ck you gon' duck?
And we don't shoot out no car, hopped out, no mask, seen my face, he knew he was f*cked
[Chorus]
But I'm off them yerks right now, in the stu' wit' a big ass button on the back of my Glock
We like to crash, so when we see you, n*gga, it ain't no reason to stop
Goin' two hundred in a brand new SRT, still screamin' "f*ck all my opps"
Spinnin' for Trey, long live my slime, I did it for you, we goin' to the top, n*gga, long live Treylynn