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ftos twan – topshotta lyrics

[intro]
(lorenz, don’t stop)

[verse]
man, i gotta watch them n+ggas ’cause these n+ggas tryna snake me out
draco sat him up, i mean draco laid him facedown
n+gga, how the f+ck you gon’ tryna beef with the gang and move out of town?
n+gga smoke weed, it was apply pressure, rah+rah with a lot of rounds
our head f+cked up, b+tch, we love chopper sounds
b+tch, when i get up in the booth, you can’t calm me down
oh, you said that’s an opp right there? i’m hangin’ out the roof
speak all facts, b+tch, i’m the truth
number one in this rap sh+t, f+ck a number two
oh, you said the opps in the party? well, i’m comin’ through
how you talk about your n+gga ran, but you was runnin’ too?
oh, you wanna talk about duckin’ wreck? lil’ n+gga, y’all the living proof
man, this n+gga— okay, yop
man, this n+gga never shot his gun, lil’ boy, do your pistol shoot?
boy, you need to calm it down
n+gga, i ain’t never duckin’ sh+t, but i’m ridin’ ’round with a— yeah
i’m tryna blitz somеthin’
like a h+rny+ass dog, i’m tryna hit somethin’
a couple shots out that arp, i know i hit somеthin’
high as h+ll in this b+tch, man, i can’t feel sh+t
b+tch asked me what i want, i told that b+tch i’m on tip
you see me ridin’ with a chopstick, i’m goin’ on a hit
n+gga tried to do a song about me and he died quick
wipe his nose and go about my day, i’m on my slime sh+t, b+tch
it’s hard to get to me, you can’t get to me
hardest independent artist, lil’ n+gga, f+ck the industry
b+tch, i’m really turnt for real, they ain’t hearin’ me
i’m the type to pop out anywhere solo, boy, ain’t no fearin’ me
i think i gotta talk some more sh+t so they can hear me out
i mean i’m finna talk crazy, n+gga, hear me out
opps in the party, told the bouncers don’t pat me down
a n+gga throw a punch in here, then it’s goin’ down
i mean goin’ up
dj, stop the music, man, what the f+ck he throwin’ up?
walk up in the party masked up, they ain’t think that i was showin’ up
b+tch, i’m turnt, you book us for a show, then it’s goin’ up
yop, my n+gga f+ckin’ with the opps, he know he dead wrong
can’t believe that n+gga told on his mans, he know he dead wrong
that n+gga head gone
your mans dead as f+ck, i ain’t tryna hear that sh+t, boy, go get a headstone
they done f+cked up, i done lucked up
i done got up in my bag, i got my bucks up
dirty+ass n+gga, catch him out, give him a touch+up
can’t believe you tried to slide on me, you ridin’ in a putt+putt

- ftos twan lyrics

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