FTO

[Intro]
Cash Gang Key
Free Bang, nigga, free Acee

[Verse]
Don't get dropped tryna drop a diss (Boy)
I'll up this bitch on God if he try some shit (Think I'm playin')
Plus I wouldn't try Lik if he got the blick (What up, Lik?)
Thought that boy was the hook how he stoppin' whips (Nigga)
Your friends keep dying, you ain't drop shit but a diss for 'em
Ain't got a whip, guess you gon' slide in a Lyft on him (Man)
Boy twenty-seven, 'posed to be beefin' with my big brother
Your mans in a box, I'm finna call Roddy Ricch on him
If you go broke, you gon' steal a nigga sauce like you Plankton
If I go broke, I'm gon' make the snow fall like I'm Franklin
I can see us winning in the future like I'm Raven
Y'all heard about what happened to Fat Tay, niggas payin'
More, bro, where the hoes at? I'm tryna fuck somethin'
She hate that I stare when she suck it, I threw the buffs on her
Stick on me and I got ice, go get a puck for me
Paid her fifteen hundred to ram, I put my truck on her
Clutchin' like I'm Dame, not the opp nigga
When you hear that boom, I'm on fully, tryna drop niggas
We can be inside TJ Maxx, you gettin' shot, nigga
I'll drive to the other side to see that Von nigga (Where he at?)
It's crazy, got a TEC for any nigga actin' foul with me
Bitch, if your name ain't zaza, don't get loud with me
Cuban on my neck, she tryna link and have a child with me
Twenty on my pendant, bitch, I paid with thirty-five gifties
If you ain't gon' use your gun, don't come outside with it
All my shooters armed and dangerous like King Von with us (Get it?)
Ain't gotta put it in my Maps, we gon' find niggas
Shoot this bitch and make you get low like Lil Jon with me

[Outro]
Nigga, free Juice, nigga
Free Bo
Free V