FTI

[Intro]
(Fuck the industry, nigga)
(Ayy, Yuney, fire that shit up)
Aight

[Verse]
Don't play it if you greasy, bitch
Foenem just came home, we finna turn up, get it lit
Throw your ass a party, then turn around and send a blitz
Geeking 'round the lobby, lil' momma bust it, doing splits
Six-hunnid, that's for one zip
Rolling back to back on some dumb shit
Stuff five grams in a wood like, fuck it
Sliding all in traffic, bitch, we thugging in public
Real dope dealer, bitch, we sell controlled substance
I re-rock the brick, and my eyes wasn't even open
Cuz hit my line, said, "Is that backdoor open?"
Smoking on some jungle boys, boy, this shit smoking
A hunnid P's in, get 'em gone, got 'em floating
I'm in L.A. getting high as a blimp
Takе a trip to the Raq, pop out with the stick
Foenеm going crazy, they got .30's and them blicks
Them folksnem got fifties and hunnid round clips
Send a nigga fly high, long live the fly guy
Talk down on the gang, he must not be a wise guy
You ever seen a nigga brains make a momma cry-cry?
Flexing on my exes in that foriegn, tell 'em, "Bye-bye"
Soulja hating ass niggas, I can see you over there
When a real nigga get in the room, all they do is stare
Bitch, that not no bussdown, boy, that shit got a glare
Know folksnem still taking shit, man, they really don't care

[Outro]
(Fuck the industry, nigga)
(Ayy, Yuney, fire that shit up)