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lirik lagu ftb – ftb

ftb lyrics
[intro: lil güd, ftb]

(what he say?)
yuh
(indecipherable stu noises)
lil güd
ftb
2020

[verse 1: lil güd]

lil güd coming and my b*tches do the dash
lil güd in the ‘rari, b*tch is really fast
feds on my tail, put my foot to the gas
and if i die now i burnt up in the crash
i got all the ice, i got all the clout
lil güd on the block that’s what i’m about
lil güd ballin and i only fish trout
lil güd odell cause i’m running this route
money in my pocket, sack up on my mind
lil güd big 10 rollie keeps the time
first i got a richard millie then an ap
and my wrist always shining ‘cause these baguettes

[verse 2: rich homie wong]
chillin’ in the attic, all the homies like my patek
ryan whippin’ in some traffic while his b*tch gives him some fat neck
hit ‘em with the toe drag, calf bands give me mo’ swag
you can come and take your hoe back, 6th grade lax is a throwback
rich homie wong, imma drop another song
i am in your girls thong, you know a homie never wrong
ketchup in the trap, you know a homie never lack
lil güd put us on the map, you know baby got back
boutta head out, ryan cookin’ up a trout
all these mothers give me clout, that’s why they suckin’ on my spout

[verse 3: chef boynorberdi]

yeah, it’s the chef
we in the stu, gettin’ shnizzed
smack that ass, then we kiss
crack the coke, i heard a fizz
you a snake, i heard you hiss
chef, boynorberdi, back in the game
this brings me joy, f*ck all the fame
we ftb you jack off, then, you came
you left me in the dust and i’ll never be the same
yeah, here we go
christmas time, h*rny as f*ck, time to f*ck santa
time to chill, ‘boutta fiend some ice mango fanta
think of the homies naked, wild imagination
pulled down my pants, take my hand, time for m*st*rbation
i miss that feeling, you gave me, such a sensation
f*ck lizzo from the back, yeah i heard a “squawk”
watching p*rn, you interrupt, please f*cking knock
f*ck you too b*tch, go back to sucking c*ck
[verse 4: tiny t]

why the f*ck are you looking at me like that
i just want some face, i don’t like that, swipe that
pass it to the swig, then i get my fat racks
yes sir man, ftb, they don’t like that
imma hit it, and quit it, y’all neighbor don’t finish
i’m f*cking, i’m spinning, i’m the gang, we committed
yeah, yeah, tiny t, look at me yeah
f*cking on your b*tch, f*cking on your cl*t, you a stupid b*tch, and you f*cking snitch
b*tch give me head, call her kimmy head
f*cking in my bed, 2 xanax then she dead

[bridge: dan]

ight, yuh
cell 55, we out here
but for real though, f*ck bin laden he’s an assh0l*
imma pass it on to my boy ketchup
ight peace

[verse 5: dj ketchup]

yuh, uh
you can call me dj ketchup
you know that i never mess up
went to get my rari checked up
always repping gni
always with my f*cking guys
gni will never die
always making b*tches cry
[verse 6: c dot]

dj ketchup on the mic, he be sounding h*lla gas
aidan kinda cute, homie got a lot of ass
ryan flexin’ on the homie, ‘cause he caught a fresh bass
c dot pull up in a suit, cause he got h*lla class
neighbor rigged stu but we always sounding new
homies in the bando, all we smell is poo
spent 10 racks on a rollie or two
and i nailed a 3 point like my homie younghoe koo

[verse 7: whitecheese_mac]

i’m f*ckin’ stupid, jar jar binks
got all this drip like a broken sink
b*tch i’m an underdog call me baker mayfield
sh*t is overpriced just like it’s hayfields
bread in the bowl, cook it up like a chef
30 rack on my right, homies on my left
diss ftb and catch these hands
money comin’ my way, b*tch i got fans
all the boys cookin’ up in the stu
sunday night and the homies come through
use the force on these b*tches, you can call me yoda
peep the red can and it’s not soda
always with the boys and we pull up to the bar
guzzle this gas and no i’m not a car
one thot two thot c dot eatin’ ass
put in a suit cause b*tch i got class

[verse 8: s dubs, ftb]

(indecipherable stu noises)

vibin’ in the stu with ftb
b*tch i’m so high, got me chillin’ in the trees
f*cking yo b*tch in the f*ckin’ su*b, while she staring at my wrist and my assh0l* tight ‘cause
i don’t give a sh*t
s dubs pull up on your block, with a glock, suck my c*ck, shootin’ at the ops, shootin’ up some shots, i don’t wanna stop, i’m a f*ckin’ hot, runnin’ like a fox
and yo mom on my list, ‘cause she just gave me top

[verse 9: bambaman]

all my boys cookin’ in the stu
cakey so cold, feels like an igloo
yeah i’m ballin’ like lebron, yeah i iead amun
mr. bores always buggin’ ‘bout the president
whe*

(pause)

*gang always cookin’ up that heat
tiny t and djc beatin’ on that meat
yuh, yuh

[verse 10: lil güd]

b*tch i’m back on, gotta finish with the boys
all my hoes jacked up, pumpin’ with the ‘roids
and i nut too fast when i’m chillin with a dude
cause my boys come first and my homie too cute
too nice with the trap, and my baby got back
always pack that strap, and no i don’t lack
got my brothers right here, it’s the way, like a map
and we vibe so hard, can’t call it a wrap
now we iced out, and b*tch i can’t see
now we iced out, and we comin’ for the green
now we iced out, and we roll ogs
and the b*tches come second ‘cause we ftb

[outro: ftb]

(indecipherable stu noises)

- ftb

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