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oh shit - ftos twan lyrics

[verse]
i’m on like five [?], i’m high than a b*tch
i ain’t fbl, but i’m fly than a b*tch
i want my crib far, all i wanna see the trees and sticks
he locked, i almost shot a white boy, i thought i seen sticks
they like, “what he on?” that n*gga out his mind
you gotta watch that lil’ n*gga, that n*gga droppin’ dimes
that sh*t done caught up to your ass, should’ve been droppin’ fives
the summer, b*tches hot as f*ck, these n*ggas drop like flies
i’ma break his ass, he would’ve thought he got fried
they couldn’t pay for his funeral, started a fish fry
when they gon’ get me soon as you see a fish fly
i don’t think they hear me out, them n*ggas shakin’ out
i’m dressed in all black, you’d think that i was steppin’ out
i’m in the back, they gettin’ shots soon as thеy let me out
try to do it solo but my n*gga dee helpеd me out
left him deader than a b*tch, his friends ain’t even help him out
what the f*ck? where these n*ggas coming from?
shoot a semi, they like, “where these b*tches comin’ from?”
these b*tches don’t come smart no more, these hoes comin’ dumb
they like, “what the f*ck your favorite word is?” redrum
you know to say it backwards, b*tch, i’ma step right now, the actor
f*ck this b*tch back up, she seen a car factor
went through her phone, he found out i hit his b*tch, this n*gga smacker
always got the lo’s to the opps just like i got a tracker
b*tch, and i mean that
the way your brother died, you should’ve seen that
she all in my dms sayin’ she need that
she an opp b*tch, so them lo’s, i need that
cut a n*gga plug off and make his ho scream black
them n*ggas better not diss, they almost got they ass team whacked
i mean team wiped
two*hundred*dollar lines, this a lean night
you got a task, b*tch, you ain’t line up your beam right
thought you was shootin’ from the left but you seen right
reload this b*tch like three times, i had a long night
tried to slide, he turned his lights off, he had on foglights
you with allstate, you alright
you ridin’ with them steppers
me and dee popped out dolo, nan’ n*gga pressed us
my n*ggas still locked, but we still outside applyin’ pressure
j ain’t gon’ shoot that b*tch but he ain’t ready for that pressure
hand*to*hand combat, huh, blowin’ back*to*back
f*ck my heat jam, i’m takin’ [?] in the back
he shootin’ loose, i’m tryna aim this b*tch to hit his hat
he got his chain took, he sad he never got it back
n*ggas tryna rap, what the f*ck, they lettin’ rats rat?
he keep on makin’ posts, f*ck around and get a rap trap
you ain’t steppin’ how you rappin’, boy, that sh*t be all cap
i tried to get his ass but my brother told me fall back
we out in public and i ain’t have my mask and it was cameras out
i’m out in public, you might not see me but i’m standin’ out
you gotta grind to get this sh*t, ain’t no handin’ out
chopper bullets, that’s the only thing i’m handin’ out

- ftos twan lyrics

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