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perk talk - ftos twan lyrics

[intro]
(slow down this sh*t, dazeful)

[verse]
a lot of sh*t up on my mind i don’t even say
b*tch, i don’t play games, i ain’t got time to play
you ain’t got no rise to get my pape’, you better find a way
f*ck bein’ on your time, n*gga, i ain’t got time to wait
b*tch, my name hold weight
they try to spit up on my crib, i gave the ho eight
f*ck stoppin’ on the beat, b*tch, i’ma go the whole way
they tryna take the short route, b*tch, i went the long way
in the scat’ doin’ the dash on robber t longway
don’t make me mad, b*tch, i’ma flash and pull up with long k’s
n*gga tried to run up, them shots turn his ass the wrong way
it’s 6 o’clock, i’m in the booth, it’s finna be a long day
b*tch, i’m the illest, n*ggas lyin’, out herе claimin’ they the realеst
run up, shoot him in his heart, shoot up out his feelings
don’t ask me ’bout sh*t, b*tch, i don’t know about no k!llings
get in my mood and pop a perc’, b*tch, i’m a motherf*ckin’ gremlin
b*tch, don’t let me catch you with him, i’ma still try to get him
b*tch, i’m tweakin’ out, don’t give a f*ck who ridin’ with him
f*ck that, b*tch, i’ma let time get him
he love his brother, man, his ass should’ve died with him
b*tch, i’m on tip, this a drac’, f*ck a switch
difference is, b*tch, i got a different way of tuckin’ it
b*tch, i only wanna f*ck, i ain’t cuffin’ it
what state that i’m from, this b*tch the shape of an oven mitt
beatin’ her down, she say she lovin’ it
my n*ggas speedin’ the road down, b*tch, they huggin’ it
i stuck my d*ck up in her jaws, she ain’t suckin’ it
glock in my pants, i whip it out, you know i’m bustin’ it
you wouldn’t believe i almost gave up on rappin’, said, “f*ck this sh*t”
but i had to think about it, like i love this sh*t
could be real, n*gga, ain’t no love in this sh*t
caught an opp in traffic, then i dropped a dub in his whip
i might say what’s up, but i don’t give no hugs, lil’ b*tch
i’m anti, b*tch, i don’t like people, but just a lil’ bit
told tae pour all the drank, f*ck a lil’ bit
b*tch, you can see it in my face, i’m high as h*ll, f*ck a lil’ bit
you want this sh*t, you better not bullsh*t
i’m gettin’ everything up out my way, i’m a bull, b*tch
don’t try to sell me nothin’ fake, you can’t fool sh*t
he had this bl!ck, you could see it in his face, he never pulled sh*t
fake thugs, we don’t get along, i’ll make them n*ggas sit alone
b*tch, i’m muggin’ in the party, don’t ask me what i’m on
you know i’m on tip, i got my skully on
k!ll a n*gga, leave his ass stankin’ like an onion roll
b*tch, suck my d*ck, don’t say sh*t
opps gettin’ they ass beat, they curlin’ like a k clip
i can’t beef with n*ggas, n*ggas out here on some gay sh*t
tellin’ hoes that you k!llin’ me, that’s some lame sh*t
catchin’ plays in your hood, n*gga, that’s some everyday sh*t
boy, you ain’t good in your hood, they kicked you out, you ain’t safe, b*tch
sixty on the arp, ain’t gotta tape sh*t
keep talkin’, i’ma have my young n*ggas spray sh*t
b*tch, i ride fishbowl, where the opps at?
i’m mad as f*ck in this b*tch ’cause my pop flat
chop ran out of bullets, where my glock at?
n*ggas out here talkin’ down to hoes, they better stop that
one up in the head, ain’t gotta c*ck back
take somethin’ from me, this is not that
head tap, b*tch, i’ll hit you in your top hat
they in my wood, b*tch, don’t ask me where the dead opps at

- ftos twan lyrics

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