ftw ft. Surge Lyrics

Bad hoes and I'm fucking the finest

Yeah that money be countin' remind her

To never go back to the bottom

Real nigga, my children, my brother

Hold her close nigga if you love her

He done been shot in some front like Glover

Bad hoe but I'm still finna do it

Tell my bro, I got it covered, I keep a Glock in the cupboard

Lil' freak wanna suck my dick, I vote like Austin did Pucka

Late like I'm Chris Brown, bitches love my words, feel like Chris Tucker

Lean in on bars, cash all around, still a dirty motherfucker

In the trap, we still servin' that fent

She fuckin' niggas while servin' that fent

If I shoot em, I go for the win

Hoe eat the dick, put my balls in her chin

She got reaper pussy, that bitch grim

Yeah bitch bad, built like Kim

That's why these niggas that my son

Ten racks, nigga, ten bands

Designer on me from Japan

Side bitch and she Vietnamese

Got her on lock, I hit em with Monclairs

We ain't friends, that nigga on D

I could never go out, cop it, put it

I send my bro in a 30 a week

After high school, seen niggas peak

Fucked on her birthday, she gave me that beak

Yeah, when they ask me, like, what's your name

I told them, don't forget it, yeah, my name is Lake

Mr. Tell My Ops Namaste

Already told them what's up ain't got no time to waste

I'm workin' right through the holiday

Fuck all the drama, don't ever get caught in plays

Focus my energy, don't contemplate

It seems like don't got a choice, ensure I win today

Serve on that line of course like everyday

Keep it too real to the point where it's never fake

Serve like Ram Dass, Be Here Now today

Gotta watch the way I blow up just like grenade

When I be water I flow like lake

Breathe in breathe out slowly yeah to see what it takes

Catch myself trippin', take another take

Gotta be livin', I can never just be late

Meditate, I'm already doin' that thang

Got myself up in that flow state, never hate

I might go Ultra Ego, but I'll never hate

No Twenty One Pilots and I'll still levitate

Spiritual gangster, love I'll only ever bang

This for my mama so you know I dedicate

Go for the win, I can never lose today

In the trap, we still servin' that fent

She fuckin' niggas while servin' that fent

If I shoot em, I go for the win

Hoe eat the dick, put my balls in her chin

She got reaper pussy, that bitch grim

Yeah bitch bad, built like Kim

That's why these niggas that my son

Ten racks, nigga, ten bands

Designer on me from Japan

Side bitch and she Vietnamese

Got her on lock, I hit em with Monclairs

We ain't friends, that nigga on D

I could never go out, cop it, put it

I send my bro in a 30 a week

After high school, seen niggas peak

Fucked on her birthday, she gave me that beak