Atb Rambo - F.T.O Lyrics

Yeah we on top why you hate on the swag
Smoking on Dotta it ain't nothing but gas
Legal ass Money and still flip a pack
Calling up Twin time to go play some tag
Niggas talk down I just sit back and laugh
Wanna f*ck with opps kuz you ain't do your Math
Throwing up B's while you crawl like some crabs
Wanna talk about murder cmon miss me with that
A.T.B Nigga gotta ride with my blikk
Never gonna lack kuz of how much I diss
Y'all just keep talking so I'm making a diss
Gu in the cut so you better not twitch
We the most hated why you all on our dick
Phone always ringing guess they like how I mix
Calling me broke who was the first to get rich
In love with my girl I won't call her a bitch

But back to the point why you up on my fuz
All he had did was show y'all some love
Used to bang red why you switch on the bloods
Bitch it's RU gang and nobody but us
Running your mouth bet you can't back it up
All the little games is what's gonna get you stuck
We from a city where your barely get luck
Still riding dirty got that blikk on me tucked

I don't wanna hurt you niggas
So plz follow curfew nigga
Kuz these hollow tips murkin niggas
And you know I love squeezing them triggers
BLOOD GANG we on that
Walking round with a big strap
Bout my money I want big racks
F*ck 30 that's big pack