MR. FTO
[Intro]
Ayy, vro
Ay, hold on my Glock (Don't pass it to nobody)
A'ight
N***a, long live Treylynn (Free D4) Uh
(Free Mari, come on)
Let's do it, let's do it
(Sanjay, you tweaked on this)
[Chorus]
I'm off them yerks right now in the stu' with a big-ass button on the back of my Glock (With a big-ass button on the back)
We like to crash, so when we see you, n***a, it ain't no reason to stop
Goin' two hundred in a brand-new SRT, still screamin', "Fuck all my opps" (FTO [?])
Spinnin' for Trey, long live my slime, I did it for you, we goin' to the top
[Verse]
Lookin' like a lick, sexy-ass chocolate young n***a, can't forget my pockets a knot
Surrounded by shooters, whole lotta young-n***a shit, if you reach, then your ass gettin' shot
Tell 'em sell me a Glock, yeah, my money good, next thing, then his ass got got
Leave a n***a [?], steady textin' my phone tryna trade, 'preciate it, a brand-new Glock
I got a Glock, shit, lil' bro ain't got it, so I'ma pass it to lil' bro
He get hit with this switch, he'll start holdin' his, uh, I bet a n***a hit the floor
Speakin' on lil' Treylynn, pop up at your door
Tried to run, the switch had caught him, he slow
I remember lil' Trey made a n***a get ghost
N***a, Hank ain't livin', go up on the score (Go do it)
Jizzle dead as dead, should've locked that door
Where the fuck is lil' Gunna? Oh, nobody knows
Mm, got hit with a switch, start holdin' his shit, next second, lil' bro hit the floor
I'm smokin' on Mizzle, he dead than a ho
Went out for a bitch, n***a, fuck Tevo
I call C-Murda, he slidin' for sure
Guess fake Percs kill, should've warned Fazo
Smoke Mika, n***a, come get up with me
Des died at a school, where the fuck was his glizzy?
Now, NHG, ahahahaha
Boy, you n***as some real-life bitches (Real-life hoes)
Say Say tried to reach for a Glock, ain't go too well, now lil' bro not livin' (Bro ass dead)
Pay got smoked by a cop, n***as lungs collapsed, and Lil Chop bitch ass wasn't with him
The backdoor snake thought he was a slither, two died in one year, that's a hell of a feelin'
Yeah, we lost lil' Trey, but getback ain't got no date, just chillin', finna be a killin'
And this right here, on Treylynn, by the end of this year, bet four of them young n***as feel it
Think he a crash, wanna be a loose screw, run into me, and that screw, I'mma drill it
Jorge over there wanna diss, been rappin' since 2016, need to give that shit up
N***as go live on they block and leave, n***a know not to stay, 'cause we fuckin' shit up
He think shit sweet, he tryna post on his block, get to hittin', where the fuck you gon' duck?
And we don't shoot out no car, hopped out, no mask, seen my face, he knew he was fucked
[Chorus]
But I'm off them yerks right now, in the stu' wit' a big ass button on the back of my Glock
We like to crash, so when we see you, n***a, it ain't no reason to stop
Goin' two hundred in a brand new SRT, still screamin' "Fuck all my opps"
Spinnin' for Trey, long live my slime, I did it for you, we goin' to the top, n***a, long live Treylynn
Ayy, vro
Ay, hold on my Glock (Don't pass it to nobody)
A'ight
N***a, long live Treylynn (Free D4) Uh
(Free Mari, come on)
Let's do it, let's do it
(Sanjay, you tweaked on this)
[Chorus]
I'm off them yerks right now in the stu' with a big-ass button on the back of my Glock (With a big-ass button on the back)
We like to crash, so when we see you, n***a, it ain't no reason to stop
Goin' two hundred in a brand-new SRT, still screamin', "Fuck all my opps" (FTO [?])
Spinnin' for Trey, long live my slime, I did it for you, we goin' to the top
[Verse]
Lookin' like a lick, sexy-ass chocolate young n***a, can't forget my pockets a knot
Surrounded by shooters, whole lotta young-n***a shit, if you reach, then your ass gettin' shot
Tell 'em sell me a Glock, yeah, my money good, next thing, then his ass got got
Leave a n***a [?], steady textin' my phone tryna trade, 'preciate it, a brand-new Glock
I got a Glock, shit, lil' bro ain't got it, so I'ma pass it to lil' bro
He get hit with this switch, he'll start holdin' his, uh, I bet a n***a hit the floor
Speakin' on lil' Treylynn, pop up at your door
Tried to run, the switch had caught him, he slow
I remember lil' Trey made a n***a get ghost
N***a, Hank ain't livin', go up on the score (Go do it)
Jizzle dead as dead, should've locked that door
Where the fuck is lil' Gunna? Oh, nobody knows
Mm, got hit with a switch, start holdin' his shit, next second, lil' bro hit the floor
I'm smokin' on Mizzle, he dead than a ho
Went out for a bitch, n***a, fuck Tevo
I call C-Murda, he slidin' for sure
Guess fake Percs kill, should've warned Fazo
Smoke Mika, n***a, come get up with me
Des died at a school, where the fuck was his glizzy?
Now, NHG, ahahahaha
Boy, you n***as some real-life bitches (Real-life hoes)
Say Say tried to reach for a Glock, ain't go too well, now lil' bro not livin' (Bro ass dead)
Pay got smoked by a cop, n***as lungs collapsed, and Lil Chop bitch ass wasn't with him
The backdoor snake thought he was a slither, two died in one year, that's a hell of a feelin'
Yeah, we lost lil' Trey, but getback ain't got no date, just chillin', finna be a killin'
And this right here, on Treylynn, by the end of this year, bet four of them young n***as feel it
Think he a crash, wanna be a loose screw, run into me, and that screw, I'mma drill it
Jorge over there wanna diss, been rappin' since 2016, need to give that shit up
N***as go live on they block and leave, n***a know not to stay, 'cause we fuckin' shit up
He think shit sweet, he tryna post on his block, get to hittin', where the fuck you gon' duck?
And we don't shoot out no car, hopped out, no mask, seen my face, he knew he was fucked
[Chorus]
But I'm off them yerks right now, in the stu' wit' a big ass button on the back of my Glock
We like to crash, so when we see you, n***a, it ain't no reason to stop
Goin' two hundred in a brand new SRT, still screamin' "Fuck all my opps"
Spinnin' for Trey, long live my slime, I did it for you, we goin' to the top, n***a, long live Treylynn