FTO

[Intro: TK, Kush Binflockin]
See me nigga, been the president, it's on my chest, man y'all niggas be bums, nigga u see that can you cop? TRANSFORMERS!! Can ya shit stop like that nigga stop frontin' out here hardtop drop nigga!
Y'all know how I'm coming
SRK GANG!!!

[Verse 1]
Kush Blicky, I'm back in my bag
My guys Super Rich so I know why they mad
Foreign clothes, EuroLeague for the swag
Don't do NBA, If he Woo He get tagged
Hit a lick, Then we thumb through them racks
Need a feature?, 850 the tax
Spin the 50z? You won't make it back
Call Shanie the owner of Saks
Claim BOA, But they D'ing Up
Never could lack 'Cause we keep it tucked
He talking hot, Then we heat 'em up
Word to moms It's a wrap if he creeping up
We love the violence I'm with Khay Flockin and Flocko, In Beamers we sliding
Big FTO, If it's Big Opps America Then I'm Osama Bin Laden
We about that action Hop out, we blasting We never speak on the case
Reload the ratchet, Pass it to Travis, He knock the chuck out ya face
Keep me a gadget, Shoot like the Mavericks, After I'm skipping them states
We make it tragic, Dump at the witness, We never make a mistake
Opp Treesh suck me up, Nut all in her tits, Send her to the bus
SRK, we in the spot, If we spot an opp, Up it then we dump
Opp block, I got the fifth, Ruler for the clip, Hella hollowtips
Kush Blicky with the blick, Slide up on 'em quick, Make his body split
FTL be the gang, Flock To Live, He an opp, he a stain
See him fold, Then we aiming for brains, E4R, I forever remain
They 'gon do it for clout and the fame, But in person, they don't be the same
You's a dummy to mention my name, Now all year bet I'm going insane
Used to the drilling, We shooters, Toting them Glocks and the Rugers
See me, they freeze, Imma deuce it, We spinning, hit his medulla
Claim that they "out here", They bluffing, My shooters, They ain't for nothing
We just 'gon run up them bands, She 'gon do me and my mans

[Outro]
Blicky baby, I'm the man, Dab when I count to these bands
This treesh on my hip, She a fan, They hating I don't understand
Oh wait, I know why they mad, They broke and I run to that bag
We 'bout that Skrilla, 50z It don't get no realer, Free AMB They some killers
We need them figures, Whipping that work to vanilla, He with them boys Then we hit him
Traffic with bro, Purp Da Dealer, Hollows fire, make 'em split up
Free all my dogs out the pen, Pray Father God for our Sins
We spin & hit him and his friends, We miss em we spinnin again!