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lirik lagu duck no smoke – fto sett

[intro]
yeah, you know how we comin’
free fto, n*gga, yeah
(red, that ho so f*ckin’ bumpin’, bro)
yeah, i’m still stuntin’ and stealin’

[chorus]
i brought a hundred out to the ‘jects
i put a silencer up on the tec (pew, pew, pew)
my n*gga shootin’ sh*t without a net (yeah)
i’m standin’ frontline without a vest
after i touched, n*gga, i put the test
my n*gga crankin’ up a trx
we hit the gas, n*gga got a kit (kit full)
some n*gga was mad, i got him blitzed, fully
bump on your block, my n*gga make a mess
f*ck a n*gga gang, this sh*t come from sett (f*ck your gang)
linkin’ with n*ggas don’t make you a threat (make you no threat)
this fully chopper smack, make sh*t spread
this .308 knock a chunk out his head (noodles)
we beefin’ with n*ggas, they alrеady dead (dead*ass n*ggas)
we creepin’ from ralеigh to frayser (yeah), we smokin’ on bezzal (i know ’bout bezzal), you still be lookin’ for ced (yeah)

[verse 1]
come down tate, n*gga, do what you said (do what you said)
no rap, no fakin’, lil’ cuh real scared (cap*ass n*gga)
back*to*back spinnin’, got bread on they head (spin on them)
back smackin’ on sh*t for speakin’ on my deads (speakin’ on my n*ggas)
you catch him, smack him, nothin’ else said
c4s are better, draco or ten*milli’
every time somethin’ happen, my gang get mentioned (get a mention)
n*ggas workin’ atf up in the trenches (trenches*ass n*gga)
i’m chuckin’ the trey, but the four we bendin’ (i don’t bend the three)
out of bounds, n*gga, we catch him, we blitz him (dump ’em off)
back door, when we runnin’, we lookin’ for ricky (no ricky)
stop all that cappin’, you ain’t doin’ no spinnin’ (4k)
who you smackin’ there? n*ggas ain’t hittin’ (ain’t hit n0body)
i signed for an m in the trenches (gucci mane)
i put a bag on your b*tches (blew that sh*t)
i’d rather do it myself, though (it’s crook)
[chorus]
i brought a hundred out to the ‘jects
i put a silencer up on the tec (pew, pew, pew)
my n*gga shootin’ sh*t without a net (yeah)
i’m standin’ frontline without a vest
after i touched, n*gga, i put the test
my n*gga crankin’ up a trx
we hit the gas, n*gga got a kit (kit full)
some n*gga was mad, i got him blitzed, fully
bump on your block, my n*gga make a mess
f*ck a n*gga gang, this sh*t come from sett (f*ck your gang)
linkin’ with n*ggas don’t make you a threat (make you no threat)
this fully chopper smack, make sh*t spread
this .308 knock a chunk out his head (noodles)
we beefin’ with n*ggas, they already dead (dead*ass n*ggas)
we creepin’ from raleigh to frayser (yeah), we smokin’ on bezzal (i know ’bout bezzal), you still be lookin’ for ced (yeah)

[verse 2]
four to the chest, two to the head
it’s a limit of shots the switch that i’m hittin’ (frrt)
keep on duckin’, don’t wanna get close (get caught)
the way you see four hit the club, drac’ troll (drac’ caught him)
hawk down gang run them down in white lows (white lows)
i need somethin’ dead ‘fore i go to a show (go to my show)
you know you ain’t shoot up my show (shoot up my sh*t)
the whole dixie and tate know you a ho (f*ck dracbaby)
ayy, 12 got sh*t off the shoulder
.458 make your car do a note (do a note)
keep gettin’ up close, seen sh*t explode
the bullets high, they ain’t low
i got a member, bullets up the score (the score)
i’m mr. fto (f*ck the opps crazy)
smack ’em, smack ’em, smack ’em again (smack ’em, smack ’em)
f*ck the opps, smack ’em again
[chorus]
i brought a hundred out to the ‘jects
i put a silencer up on the tec (pew, pew, pew)
my n*gga shootin’ sh*t without a net (yeah)
i’m standin’ frontline without a vest
after i touched, n*gga, i put the test
my n*gga crankin’ up a trx
we hit the gas, n*gga got a kit (kit full)
some n*gga was mad, i got him blitzed, fully
bump on your block, my n*gga make a mess
f*ck a n*gga gang, this sh*t come from sett (f*ck your gang)
linkin’ with n*ggas don’t make you a threat (make you no threat)
this fully chopper smack, make sh*t spread
this .308 knock a chunk out his head (noodles)
we beefin’ with n*ggas, they already dead (dead*ass n*ggas)
we creepin’ from raleigh to frayser (yeah), we smokin’ on bezzal (i know ’bout bezzal), you still be lookin’ for ced (yeah)

[outro]
come down tate, n*gga, do what you said
no rap, no fakin’, lil’ cuh real scared
come down tate, n*gga, do what you said
back smackin’ on sh*t for speakin’ on my deads
come down tate, n*gga, do what you said
you know you ain’t shoot up my show
the whole dixie and tate know you a ho
come down tate, n*gga, do what you said

- fto sett

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