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ftos twan – talking shit lyrics

[verse 1]
if i’m up and you down, we gettin’ pape’ together
bring the wrong k out the crib, we finna change the weather
i’m finna chase this n+gga down like a german shepherd
lil’ b+tch, i don’t f+ck with you, you got bummy handle
n+gga say it’s up, then it’s up, i ain’t givin’ out passes
told him don’t shoot, but he shot, man, he trigger+happy
n+gga said he got that bag in, but he ain’t got that package
’cause them n+ggas ain’t doin’ what they say, them n+ggas just be rappin’

[verse 2]
i can put my foot on the ‘bow, i compressed it
and i need sixty+five an eighth, this the best sh+t
hit they block with this k, i guarantee i stretch sh+t
n+ggas act tough, they don’t know they got a deathwish
n+ggas want beef ’til you burn, now he tellin’
b+tches act tough ’til you f+ck ’em, now they yellin’
thirty in the glock, that b+tch sittin’ on my pelvis
bro cook the dope, grab the fork, he need extras
wrapped that sh+t so many times, you can’t smell it
the plug f+ck with me, when i call him, he gon’ mail it
hitting the stand, writing statements, all that sh+t tellin’
i k!ll ’em with fashion, caught a body in margielas
thirty+two for four+forty+eight, but i’ma mail it
[verse 3: grindhard e]
i need a hundred a line for this drank or i’m not sellin’ it
i don’t even buy drank from n+ggas, it’s probably tampered with
i just smelled some act’ in my dream, it was heaven+sent
woke up and told my b+tch to go and get some medicine
if ain’t codeine on the script, then it’s irrelevant
i got love out in cali, they just sent me clothes
i got a plug on the yay, but i ain’t sellin’ dope
and i got a plug on the drank, but you would never know
if i get a pint of hi+tech, i only sell a four
unc’ don’t smoke crack cocaine, but he be sniffin’ coke

[verse 4]
big boy ten mil’ hold twelve, this b+tch’ll sink a boat
put my young dog on your ass, somethin’ gettin’ smoked
they said the feds lookin’ for me, what the f+ck they want?
i’m in a scat everywhere like no the f+ck they don’t
made a hundred thousand off weed like, n+gga, f+ck that dope
everything i say now, i gotta talk in code
gotta watch what i say, ’cause feds tappin’ phones
n+ggas catchin’ fed cases ’cause they movin’ wrong
next package that i’m gettin’ gon’ be stupid strong
off+white everything, you sick i came vlone
’bout to hit the road with your b+tch, i had to send her home
switch the gurbs over from the iphone to the flip phone
just got a bag in, n+gga, but that b+tch gone

- ftos twan lyrics

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