FTM Lyrics

Bitch I got drip I don't dance

Walk through they can't help but stare

Gambling they know my stance

All in the slight of the hand

Leisurely trip to France

Copping my Louis V pants

Even the city of love

I am not with the romance

Heart broken thinking I'm mad at you

Really I'm stressing I need a sabbatical

Acting out you catch attitude

Nonsense walk in a room and it rumble you feel the magnitude

I just be passing through

Industry tapping in

Wet like the faucet blew

Eating my veggie it's broccoli

Your favorite rapper is soft to me

Multilayered like the metro

They know that I got a lot to see

No quarter it's digital

Parking the city got work but I'm tryna see

Nashville my city though

I'm in Minerva or Willie B's

One for the money

Two for the bitches

Laugh nothing funny

Now we got riches

Off-put my demeanor check the repertoire

Life XXL ask me I say this is regular

I'm like what it do lil baby

Are you coming through lil baby

Walking with a knot

Not talking shoe lil baby

Set it off like boosie

Won't you come and pop that coochie baby

Mute on what we do

Like you hanging a mason baby

Bitch I got drip I don't dance

Walk through they can't help but stare

Gambling they know my stance

All in the slight of the hand

Leisurely trip to France

Copping my Louis V pants

Even the city of love

I am not with the romance

I need a cut I gotta dub stuffed in my forces

Nu Era cuts Will had me right never on dusty

Fucking with me caught you a blessing we don't get lucky

Back to the crib hand on your knees reverse while you

Ehem ehem

Hannah, Kk, Moriah

Unique, head was on fire

Makayla new baby mama

Stephanie ringing again talking bout she coming through with a friend

One for the money

Two for the bitches

Laugh nothing funny

Now we got riches

Off-put my demeanor check the repertoire

Life XXL ask me I say this is regular

I'm like what it do lil baby

Are you coming through lil baby

Walking with a knot

Not talking shoe lil baby

Set it off like boosie

Won't you come and pop that coochie baby

Mute on what we do

Like you hanging with a mason baby