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uncle willie - fto sett lyrics

[intro]
outrun the dog
run, go for the treat, mr. postman
run, forrest, run
dog sh*t, uncle willie
give me a glass of water
mr. postman
give him some water, shoot this dog
it’s your ass, mr. postman
money grow out of trees already, stupid*ass n*gga
it ain’t no problem doin’ this sh*t, yeah (huncho made this)

[chorus]
lamb chop got a rattle, f*ck the city, domika all l!ckin’ me up
smoke a dead n*gga, smoke be up
i can hop out on any block fresh as f*ck
he can’t go to jail, gotta get him stuck
told brother send the co ’cause i’m f*cked
i’m still mr. head*tap, don’t forget it
i’m the after call, n*gga, don’t be ignant
i hang up the call, he ain’t talkin’ ’bout digits
ain’t duckin’, i just shot at close distance
it’s some brеad up on this mission (money up on it)
i hit the g play with precision (brrt)
cuh playin’ n*ggas out, i know thе vision
you gotta die for this sh*t, that’s your decision (your decision)
put boxes on glocks, that’s my addiction
just like biz, get business, can’t stop flippin’ (stop flippin’)
[verse]
like smurk, my n*gga can’t stop sippin’ (stop sippin’)
he died with a fifty, got popped with it (pop with him)
full clip, he had all the shots with him
fourteen, glock, six shots in it
free cuh, we take ’em down, double missin’
steamers on the block, me like double dissin’ (double dissin’)
i got dog sh*t everywhere, uncle willie (uncle willie)
we catch an opp, that’s your ass, mr. postman (mr. postman)
don’t even ask when the head*tap caught him, free number nine for the toe*tag (on the run, though)
i’m shootin’ kriss vec’, they shootin’ these promags, they tryna p*ss sett off
treat me like the hoes, they wanna see crash
(i’ll pay for a hunnid ‘bows, i’d be glad)
all exotic, no garbage bag (no garbage bag)
all exotic, no garbage bag

[chorus]
lamb chop got a rattle, f*ck the city, domika all l!ckin’ me up
smoke a dead n*gga, smoke be up
i can hop out on any block fresh as f*ck
he can’t go to jail, gotta get him stuck
told brother send the co ’cause i’m f*cked
i’m still mr. head*tap, don’t forget it
i’m the after call, n*gga, don’t be ignant
i hang up the call, he ain’t talkin’ ’bout digits
ain’t duckin’, i just shot at close distance
it’s some bread up on this mission (money up on it)
i hit the g play with precision (brrt)
cuh playin’ n*ggas out, i know the vision
you gotta die for this sh*t, that’s your decision (your decision)
put boxes on glocks, that’s my addiction
just like biz, get business, can’t stop flippin’ (stop flippin’)
[outro]
lamb chop got a rattle, f*ck the city, domika all l!ckin’ me up
smoke a dead n*gga, smoke be up
i can hop out on any block fresh as f*ck
he can’t go to jail, gotta get him stuck
told brother send the co ’cause i’m f*cked
i’m still mr. head*tap, don’t forget it
i’m the after call, n*gga, don’t be ignant
it’s your ass, mr. postman

- fto sett lyrics

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