paroles de chanson 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
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