Ghost Fried - FTO Lyrics

I ain't tryna talk, got highs and lows, we bout to play the spot
Time running out, we on they ass, they better play the clock
G4 for GSB, he in the field, but I could play the rock
Niggas ain't on shit, I'm where the money, bout to play the block
It was only one nigga, how the f*ck they miss the target
Pull up to they street, I'm tryna ball would, think I hoop with Charlotte
Pull up to the trap, we got the work, the best up on the market
Shittin' on these niggas, told me chill, but I still think I farted
Niggas told me chill, so I don't shit, we gave it to him slight
Niggas tryna link to throw some hands, nigga, I don't fight
Bout to send him up, he on a string like he was on a kite
Dukes think I'm a bat, stay in at day, we creepin' by the night
Creep, creep, creep, we on they block, been tryna catch a hat
Slime this nigga out, he movin' friendly, boy, you ain't my slat
Aimin' for the head, we want him dead, been tryna see him splat
Yellin' on the phone like he a bitch, I saved him under Brat
Nigga tryna yell, I spent that lo, bitch, I ain't tryna talk
Heard he had got hit, but after us, I bet he change his walk
And we got a lo, don't come outside, cause all my niggas stalk
Mad about a hoe, she for' the guys, gave all my niggas gawk
Mad about that bitch, got passed around, gave all the homies neck
Outside in the summer, hot as hell, but glocks up in my tech
How you said it's smoke, but when you seen me, you was duckin' trec
Baby, I don't kiss, just throw some ass and you might get some sex
Bitch, don't touch my face, don't wanna kiss, just come and eat my kids
Told you we got lo's, f*ck when I see him spinnin' on his crib
Heard he rockin' hats, oh okay, we dumpin' at his lid
I'm these niggas' fathers, gotta shop, I'm givin' out the bibs
Twerkin' on the gram, they need a belt, told you I'm the dad
You shoppin' on the low, we pay the high, I know y'all doin' bad
Couldn't get a V, we sent the blitz, just to make em mad
Talkin' to the bitches like y'all gay, give these niggas pads
I thought I was cool and now I'm mad, so now we bout to kill
Beefin' for a minute, give it up, these niggas hatin' still
Postin' with them guns that they ain't shoot, boy, you ain't tryna drill
Did it by myself, check the streams, bitch, I ain't need a deal
Drac got 32, ask what he holdin', all he said was feel
Swear I love the feelin' of me slidin', think I get a thrill
Nigga, be yourself, he only tough because he popped a pill
Cashboyz, GSB, we not just rappers, shootin' shit for real
Ask my nigga Packs, I pull from deep been had a shooting skill