paroles de chanson FTO - Iayze

(Shoutout to Riverse)
Go, go, real Murda Worth shit, I'm talking 'bout
I'm still on the D line, ayy
I'm into it with her nigga, but she still let me in that feline
Bitch, In that feline
In it, in that (Go, go)

I'm gettin' that fuck the opps, them niggas broke, them bitches act like hoes
I ain't gon' lie, lil' baby, that money came in, I spent that on my clothes
I know he dead, it hurt the heart different, he a ho, shoulda went out blowin'
She give me head, then I start dippin' when she talk about more then blowin' it (Bitch, ayy)
At first, you was cool, but you blowin' it (Baby)
I never fucked with the school, stopped goin' to it
I got two nines, like I'm Watt, but I be throwin' 'em
But I'm still on the D line (Bitch, ayy)
I'm into it with her nigga, she still let me in that feline (Bitch)
You ain't getting to it, boy, keep tryin' (Keep tryin')

I know that nigga dead, it hurt the heart, 'cause we spin different
Thirty-two roll fit up in a Glock, like, J Mane hit different
Shit hit different, like, J Mane, give me that brain-brain, put it on cam, like Ray J
I'm under the deuce, not insane, I step on double O, like I did that shit for Kay J, and I don't even know him
My contract killer'll get 'em, I'm knowin'
We in that Fisker, pistol, blowin'
We in that city, pistol showin', showin' no pity, get to blowin'
Twelve get on us, then bitch, take the gun and hold it
Money too good, baby, you'll be back by the mornin'
My nigga died, he shot at the cops, nigga, I'm not foldin'

I'm gettin' that fuck the opps, them niggas broke, them bitches act like hoes
I ain't gon' lie, lil' baby, that money came in, I spent that on my clothes
I know he dead, it hurt the heart different, he a ho, shoulda when out blowin'
She give me head, then I start dippin' when she talk about more then blowin' it (Bitch, ayy)
At first, you was cool, but you blowin' it (Baby)
I never fucked with the school, stopped goin' to it
I got two nines, like I'm Watt, but I be throwin' 'em
But I'm still on the D line
I'm into it with her nigga, she still let me in that feline
You ain't getting to it, boy, keep trying

Keep trying
Hurt the heart, 'cause we spin different (Bitch)
Glock, like, J Mane hit different (Bitch, J Mane, J Mane)
Like, Ray J
Insane
Kay J—