TTG (Tutu Gang) (FBG Mix) lyrics

[Verse 1 (False Start): FBG Duck]
Tutu Gang and Tookaville (Let's get it)
STL shoot to live (L's)
Rob a n*gga for his money (Boom)
Ask his ass where he live (Where you stay at?)
Make his ass touch the moon, I'm one hundred percent goon (I am)
f*ck with me, I c*ck it back, then it go boom, boom, boom

[DJ Drop: FBG Butta]
Damn, TTG, man
Why y'all had to do 'em like that, man?
Tunechi 26 times, man
Bring that sh*t back for these f*ck n*ggas, aight

[Intro: Maserati Monte]
Number 9, ho
Me and number 26, we in this b*tch, Fly Boy Gang (Catch up)
(Copo, Copo, Copo)

[Chorus: Maserati Monte]
R.I.P. young Tutu, I can't believe my n*gga gone (Let's get it)
Now I'm smoking loud blunts, 'bout to put one to the dome (TTG sh*t)
R.I.P. young Tutu, I can't believe my n*gga gone (FBG sh*t)
Now I'm smoking loud blunts, 'bout to put onе to the dome (Shout out FYB Rell Rеll, man)
R.I.P. young Tutu, I can't believe my n*gga gone (Shout out my broski lil' Sam, man, you know how I'm rocking)
Now I'm f*cking all the thots, then I kick 'em to the curb
(Number 26, what up, man?)
R.I.P. young Tutu, I can't believe my n*gga gone (Double-0, number 9)
(Lil' number 2, what it do? 24, what's good?)
Now I'm f*cking all the thots, then I kick 'em to the curb
[Verse 1: FBG Duck & Maserati Monte]
Tutu Gang and Tookaville (Let's get it)
STL shoot to live (L's)
Rob a n*gga for his money (Boom)
Ask his ass where he live (Where you stay at?)
Make his ass touch the moon, I'm one hundred percent goon (I am)
f*ck with me, I c*ck it back, then it go boom, boom, boom
Oh, sh*t, I'm in this b*tch, Fly Boy Gang, we killing sh*t (We killing sh*t)
Shout out to my broski Young, these n*ggas is minute men (They minute men)
Disrespecting broski name, I ain't really feeling that (Number 9)
I'm really getting sick of that, it's time to put a end to that (Let's get it)

[Verse 2: Maserati Monte & FBG Dutchie]
Yeah, I miss folks, so you know I had to do the song (Do the song)
Brick got the jock (Number 30), but Two Times, he gon' get 'em gone (Number 2)
I'm the chief of TTG, you know it ain't sh*t to me (TTG)
On the G, play with me, I keep the iron, you getting creased (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
In your crib while you sleep, put the banger to your teeth
I'm number 9, ho, I know you wish you never slept on me (Ha)
Your b*tch wanna f*ck with me (She do) just because I'm FBG (I'm FBG)
But she don't even know after me, she got to D-T-D (Do these di*ks, lil' ho)

[Chorus: Maserati Monte & King Lil Jay]
R.I.P. young Tutu, I can't believe my n*gga gone
Now I'm smoking loud blunts, 'bout to put one to the dome
R.I.P. young Tutu, I can't believe my n*gga gone
Now I'm smoking loud blunts, 'bout to put one to the dome
R.I.P. young Tutu, I can't believe my n*gga gone (TTG sh*t)
Now I'm f*cking all the thots, then I kick 'em to the curb (Catch up, lil' b*tch)
R.I.P. young Tutu, I can't believe my n*gga gone (Uh-huh, let's get it)
Now I'm f*cking all the thots, then I kick 'em to the curb (Double-0)
[Verse 3: King Lil Jay & FBG Dutchie]
Okay, yeah, I f*ck with CVG (Free Doro)
It's STL and EBT (Tutu Gang)
Tryna f*ck with TTG (Bang), it's gonna be the E-N-D (L's)
All you opps lame (Y'all is)
Gusto [?] (Goofy)
f*cking with me bad luck, no ouija board (Ha)
.40 Glock, thirty-shot (Bang-bang)
Red beam, green beam (Bang-bang)
Lay a n*gga flat like I knocked over a flatscreen (Hahaha)
TVG, TTG (TTG, b*tch)
(Two Times)
Doing hits for my team (Brrat)
(Dutchie, number 2, FBG sh*t)
You would think my guns drinking Red Bull, they give you wings (Let's get it)

[Verse 4: FBG Dutchie]
TTG MVP, pus*y, I'm a starter (I am)
Catch me every night, I'm cashing out like Carlton
R.I.P. Carlton (R.I.P. bro), I got to go harder
Catch one of the opps, up the jock, this a slaughter (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Springfield XD or I got the Ruger
Free my homeboy Lil' B and free my broski Booga
Yeah, they call me Two Times, so I had to do this verse (That's Dutchie)
I killed the FBG mix, b*tch (I did), it's only right
[Chorus: Maserati Monte & FBG Dutchie]
R.I.P. young Tutu, I can't believe my n*gga gone
Now I'm smoking loud blunts, 'bout to put one to the dome
(Tutu Gang, man)
R.I.P. young Tutu, I can't believe my n*gga gone
(FBG sh*t, Fly Boy Gang)
Now I'm smoking loud blunts (Loud blunts), 'bout to put one to the dome (To the dome)
R.I.P. young Tutu, I can't believe my n*gga gone (Shout out to the gang)
Now I'm f*cking all the thots, then I kick 'em to the curb
(Fly Boy Gang, Tutu Gang, or get slained)
R.I.P. young Tutu, I can't believe my n*gga gone
(f*ck n*gga, go hard, you local dummy)
Now I'm f*cking all the thots, then I kick 'em to the curb

[Outro: FBG Dutchie]
(Copo, Copo, Copo)
Yeah, R.I.P. to Tutu, I can't believe my n*gga gone
Damn, I just can't believe my n*gga gone