FTP

[Verse: Xavier Wulf]
I'm swangin' around the corner like a nigga tryna get away
But I'm all good, I'm just tryna get to my better place
Blunts finna be rolled, you should see the grin up on my face
And girls hitting me up, like "baby can we blow today?"
You know I'm told 'em yeah, cause they exotic and they rare
And all of them only wear their own damn hair
I'm good in my hood but it's the jungle like the woods
I'd love you if I could, but I won't cause I shouldn't
And all you niggas lame if you still out here shooting
I'd rather throw these hands and leave a bitch nigga stupid
Then ride with my dog to the goddamn mall
But just to get some food, cause I don't shop for shit at all
At the most I'll buy some draw's, black or white tee but that's all (Huh?)
Ain't tryna' take no calls, bitch don't bother me at all
And all you niggas lame if you still out here shooting
I'd rather throw these hands and leave a bitch nigga stupid
Yeah ho, yeah ho, yeah bitch we, we the shit
Lollipop ass niggas, y'all just a bunch of licks
Everywhere I go, niggas always tryna' slide some shit
Quarter ounce ass nigga, claim he move a bunch of bricks
Yeah ho, yeah ho, yeah ho, yeah ho
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I'm swangin' around the corner like a nigga tryna get away
But I'm all good, I'm just tryna get to my better place
Blunts finna be rolled, you should see the grin up on my face
And girls hitting me up, like-