F T O C Lyrics

When I'm in the Jack, hell no, I don't get no sleep, I'm tryna wake some up with this Drac'

LaQuarries got killed, they was Instagram trolls, til' they hopped out on ant & put two in his face

Snoop known for walking shit down, he got locked caught a opp on a deck, he was putting belt to ass

They claiming bodies, but we know the real, we be all through the city, nigga getting shit smashed

I Carly ass niggas whenever they die, they go live crying, talm bout brother, I love you

Tell him, pop out, all that motherfuckin' hiding, Fo' I run in that bitch, shoot this stick at your mama

John got killed, my whole world crumbled, my soul left, too, it turned me to a demon

They on that block, chillin' like shit cool, hopped out, fired 'em up, man, them boys went to screaming

Who say I ain't good in the hood, I'm protected by three, wherever I went I left shit leakin'

Nut got left on the backseat, shakin' and having a seizure, that lil' nigga tweaking

TonTon got shit, he ain't know what to do with his life, stupid ass just sitting there leaking

If you never shot at me, I never shot at you, say you don't like me, don't say that we beefin'

Tell that light-skinned rappin' ass nigga stop cappin' on wacks, in them trash ass songs

You ain't got no bodies, you never killed shit pussy, I'm just gon' leave you alone

Catch a nigga broad day, caught a shot to the heart, I took what I could, but I aimed for the dome

And you bitches die, too, ain't no pickin' and choosing', you ridin' with the opps, bitch, I'm tryin' to get you gone

Whoa, hop out, tryna spark somethin' up with that switch

Go catch a body, then fuck on the opp hoe, up my blick, and face that bitch

Hop out on feet, tryna knock off your face, please do not run, we love chasin' shit

If them threes on your ass, ain't no soul that can save you, might as well lay down and take that lick

Ten had died, them fucks niggas, thought shit was sweet, next thing you know, they down some souls

Pop out with switches, and, arp's, four hundred plus shots

Tryna fuck a nigga over

Fuck EBK, y'all ain't hop out, shooting, lil' nigga in the midst of a shootout y'all froze

Hit yo thick ass bm from the back, I'm pullin' her hair, she

Curlin' her toes

Sakbaby who?, we don't even say the name, they not relevant no more

Every time somethin' die, they change they name, whatever they is, they down on the score

Catch an opp lackin', trying to blow out his back, no diddy, tell them fuck niggas blow they pole

Band for band y'all can't compete, for a fact, lil' nigga let's go soul for soul

I'm repping the Four, but I'm throwing up 3, and it's fuck the opps crazy, won't say it again

LaQuarries living, I'm blinded by death, ain't talking 50, we killed many men

We hit they block, ain't nobody get killed, tell 'em load up the sticks, we gone spin again

Spin & wack shit, special place down in hell, for all 'em souls, we stay committing sins bitch