Lyrics FTO - Blvd Bizz , 1Hunnid

Bitch, we FTO, he throw that shit up, he get sprayed
A hundred members in this bitch
We jump out quick and hit the brakes
30s hanging out my pocket when I'm boppin' through the place
Man, you know we run the city for them opp boys, it ain't safe
(Yo ADB, this beat go crazy)

Bitch, we FTO, he throw that shit up, he get sprayed
A hundred members in this bitch
We jump out quick and hit the brakes
30s hanging out my pocket when I'm boppin' through the place
Man, you know we run the city for them opp boys, it ain't safe
In your section, get it bussin', empty clips all in your face
Do the race, we paper chasin', HGK and ain't shit changed
Came up off a hand to hand and kicking traps and hitting stains
Know my brother's got my back, vice versa, yeah, we the same

Grr, boppin' on your block
Blue tips all up in the top
Niggas dying over pussy, don't lose your life for these thots
Niggas claiming that they outside when they outside they get shot
Niggas tweakin' in my DMs, pull up gang, don't make it hot
We getting guwop on any block
Drop a birdie in the pot
Bus up traps in every city, we there early, come and shop
Shut down strips, I make a quick flip shawty worried I get caught
But I can't go out like no sucker, you get buried if you plot

Make you go out like your homie who left .30 on the spot
You know how we rock when we coming
Holloes start piercing your stomach
Niggas love rapping and bluffing
Until they get caught out in public
And put in a box like his cousin, grr
Or get put on a shirt like his best friend
Pussies get left in the dead end
Grr, grr

Bitch, we FTO, he throw that shit up he get sprayed
A hundred members in this bitch
We jump out quick and hit the brakes
30s hanging out my pocket when I'm boppin' through the place
Man, you know we run the city for them opp boys, it ain't safe
In your section, get it bussin', empty clips all in your face
Do the race, we paper chasin', HGK and ain't shit changed
Came up off a hand to hand and kicking traps and hitting stains
Know my brother's got my back, vice versa, yeah, we the same

I'm go get 'em gang but you know what that mean, I'm HGK
They left Smokey on the sidewalk, was laughing I seen his brains
Lotta days, yeah, by the rabba, in a stollie, not a range
Puffy ain't ride for his homies, all he do is steal they fame
And I'm lactose, so no Ano
Do a drill, nah, I ain't pyro
This my dollars, it ain't borrow
In the parks, I'm causin' sorrow
Lotta dead opps, they got hollows
How you Halal but you gallo?
On the net yeah, they say tweakin' but I'm DT, never see 'em

They know I'm quick, hope out leave him
See they're homie, get to squeezing
NSK pack, yeah, I'm chiefing
HGK, it's HGK ballin' on 'em every season
Do it bare face, give me reason
Can never switch up on gang, over there they love that treason

Bitch, we FTO, he throw that shit up, he get sprayed
A hundred members in this bitch
We jump out quick and hit the brakes
30s hanging out my pocket when I'm boppin' through the place
Man, you know we run the city for them opp boys, it ain't safe
In your section, get it bussin', empty clips all in your face
Do the race, we paper chasin', HGK and ain't shit changed
Came up off a hand to hand and kicking traps and hitting stains
Know my brother's got my back, vice versa, yeah, we the same