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ftos twan - who you know lyrics

[intro]
(lorenz, don’t stop)
(jaylap, talk to ’em)

[verse 1: grindhard e & ftos twan]
i either got a dime on me or two nickels
five thousand dollars and a four+five pistol
b+tch, i got a switch on the glock, i guarantee i won’t miss you
you ain’t never been on a mission, then hopped out with four n+ggas
he thought he was bulletproof, now he got holes in him
i guess he lucky, he the only one survived out of four n+ggas
[verse 2: ftos twan]
it’s the end of discussion, man, we sent that n+gga home
man, these n+ggas known for shootin’ up houses, b+tch, we known for hittin’ domes
so antisocial, b+tch, i don’t like to talk a lot
i ain’t boxin’ in the party, b+tch, meet me in the parking lot
get to trippin’ on your b+tch ass like you took my f+ckin’ parking spot

[verse 3: grindhard e]
i’ll nevеr beef with a n+gga like you, you might call the cops
you ain’t on my side, thеn you the opposition, that’s what we call the opps
ar with a mickey mouse drum, that’s a lotta shots
let us find the lo’ and we pullin’ straight up and we gon’ air it out
when the police pulled up, it’s gon’ be bodies gettin’ carried out

[verse 4: ftos twan]
oh, you mean like applebees carry+out?
my opps ain’t on sh+t, i ain’t gotta order carry+out
but best believe if a n+gga try somethin’, i’ma clear it out
man, i think this lil’ b+tch tryna set the play on me, i’m gettin’ weirded out
the boys don’t know sh+t, they just goin’ off word of mouth
this lil’ n+gga went on his first drill, now he can’t close his mouth
now i gotta pop this n+gga ’cause he might tell
b+tch, i keep my chop, i don’t really trust my glock ’cause it might jam
b+tch, i don’t smoke blacks, h+ll nah, i don’t stress no more
i found a way to get some racks and i let it go
this sh+t ain’t over ’til you die, h+ll nah, i can’t let it go
hey, you better watch them n+ggas close ’cause them n+ggas snakes on the low
we gon’ beat his block down soon as we get the lo’
b+tch talkin’ ’bout she know me, b+tch, who you know?
i’m everything in my life, b+tch, i’m the g.o.a.t.
they ain’t wanna let me in, so i’m kickin’ through the door
[verse 5: grindhard e]
went and hit a l!ck, upped my heat, knocked twice and kicked down the door
rob a n+gga, he wasn’t on sh+t, but he’ll k!ll you if you f+ck his ho
it’s a lot of sh+t i can’t tell you, you would never know
it’s a lot of places that i been at you could never go
i done smoked about a thousand different types exotic weed that you ain’t never smoke
high as h+ll, i just smoked a zip and on my second four
i done drunk every type of lean that you can possibly pour
twenty+eight times sixteen, i just sold a ‘bow
i just ran through five ‘bows, you on your second ounce
you still livin’ at your mama crib, i’m on my second house
if i talk about my rap pape’, that’s a separate amount
all this money got my f+ckin’ hands tired, i need several to count
anything you put in my hands, i’m sellin’ it out
called the plug, told him that i need some bars, he said he mailin’ ’em out
i grew up fast, at a very young age, i was the man of the house
when i was hustlin’, only fear i ever had, i was scared of a drought

[verse 6: ftos twan]
b+tch, i’m a boss, when i’m talkin’, i’ma need for you to close your mouth
every time we step out, they say we showin’ out
got into it with the dj at the club ’cause the mic kept goin’ out
i remember i was rockin’ the lil’ dreads, now my sh+t growin’ now
i see an opp, i give no pass, i’ma blow him down
he think that b+tch a keeper, she a merry+go+round
i see you out without your pole, it’s gon’ go down
head f+cked up, i seen sh+t i can’t explain how
b+tch, it’s tay mafia, touch one of us, you gon’ make the news
do it look like i’m joking? h+ll nah, this ain’t april fools
you ain’t really ’bout it, boy, so i advise you to keep your cool
or you gon’ see me comin’ down your block with this mic out the roof
he actin’ like he got it, but we all know the truth
b+tch, i popped up like jack in the box, you ain’t have a clue
lyin’ to the hoes you got patrón, you drinkin’ absolut
this n+gga clutchin’ in the party, must don’t know that i’m packin’ too

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