F.T.O. (f*ck the Opps) lyrics

[Intro: FBG Duck]
Let's get it
Fly Boy Gang
I'm 'bout to go nuts on this sh*t, shout out number 1
3

[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
I'm as real it get, just look in my eyes
We dropping Brick City like we dropping the Y's
Get caught dropping the L, that's how lil' n*ggas die
See, I throw up my L's, b*tch, shout out to the Side
Large money, more money
b*tch, I'm a grown man, you got immature money
Call me paperboy on a paper route
n*gga, I am Hell, welcome to Satan's house
You n*ggas sneak dissing, that's how you'll come up missing
I think that I should quit rap 'cause ain't no competition
These n*ggas be talking like they don't want no teeth
I think they vegetarians 'causе they don't want no beef
Rap crackhead, I'm addicted to music
I fеll in love with guns, I'm addicted to shooting
My team winning, your team losing
This track a b*tch, so I had to abuse it

[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie]
I'm as real they come, just look who I'm with
We dropping Young Money like we dropping the WIIIC
Sending shots at the Bricks, lighting sh*t up like BICs
I'm also tired of fighting, now all I know is hits
Roll up the dope, I'm finna OD
STL, EBT, f*ck an Odee
Man, on chief, these n*ggas better get back
Homicide on the Drive, b*tch n*ggas gon' get whacked
Sneak dissing, I ain't with that, so I'ma keep it low-low
'Cause I ain't really got to shoot, but I'll bet lil' bro blow
Woofing, that's a no-no 'cause we gon' bump heads, boy
They call me number 2 'cause all I do is dump lead, boy
What you saying? Your life can get Nino'd
FYB your b*tch 'cause she bussing, doing denos
But she can't do me, do the whole FBG, ho
Shout out Killa Ward, R.I.P. that kutthroat Freako
Don't get caught lacking while it's cracking like a lemo
'Cause you can get shot easily, on the G, though
n*ggas think it's sweet, but I'm nothing like a peach, ho
So if you looking for me, I'm on my 63rd Street, Joe
[Verse 3: Billionaire Black]
Let me stop playing, n*ggas talk that drill sh*t
Keep talking that drill sh*t and you will get killed quick
I'm Billion Ballout, make the girls fall out
Whole team ball out, probably tear the mall down, yeah
Pockets on dumb, stupid, illiterate
I ain't got no heart, so I'm on my no feelings sh*t
My n*ggas, they keep a tool 'cause they always drilling sh*t
And if your girl with it, then I'll have my goons kill your b*tch
I'ma do me, do me just like masturbation
All I see is cash, getting money is my occupation
My flow is so sick, so sick I need a doctor statement
"Billion broke," what? That's a false accusation
f*ck 51st, they screaming, "Billion got robbed"
Call a couple hitters, got some drillers up in Dell Mob
Never been a soft n*gga, Butta told me, "Go hard"
Goons with the poker face on'll pull your ho card
It's ugly out here like the elemental shirts
And all that sneak dissing'll get you n*ggas hurt
My n*ggas put in work, bang, bang, n*gga
Number 4, shout out Fly Boy Gang, n*gga