FTO (feat. Papito P, No Kizz & Jr Taliban)

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Wurld is a Nigerian-American singer-songwriter known for his unique blend of Afrobeats, R&B, and soul music. He gained international recognition with his hit song "Mad" and has collaborated with notable artists such as Davido and Sarz. Wurld is known for his distinct voice, soulful melodies, and captivating stage presence. He continues to make waves in the music industry with his fusion of diverse musical styles. more »

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Why they talk what they did to my block
When we lurk on the opps, it's a loke in a box
When we streaming out every hour
A for Lila, you know that it's shot
This 63 bitch, you know how we rock
If you throw up the rock, then you probably get flocked
On the set, got me clickin' on flocks
While I roll up the night, go straight through the fire
Walk down game, tryna catch me a body
F*ck all the opps, they never on timing
Yo, T.I, why these niggas hiding
And they know it's gonna happen when 6th 3rd slidin
Took on Bud, that's a technical foul
Since he lackin', we gunnin' him down
He ejected, no longer around
He lacked on that block, and we smokin' him now
Roll up the ammo, it's straight out the pound
I f*ck with my match, and I f*ck with some hounds
We all jackin' gang, we all smokin' Benji
And no, we not jackin' that side of the town
We gon' beat in his head like a clown
We smokin' on who had Tappman down
We gon' beat in his head like a clown
We smokin' on
Pop off, start clickin' on dumb shit
Flock up the mold, got me movin' on bullshit
Me and Brits back to back, we so f*ck shit
Scream yo, Sig off the chop, start dumpin
All they lackin', they thought he could run
Said he smokin' on Burr, now he done
Sixth third is from Brent to the guns
We not Jack and McKinley, smokin' Benji for fun
Grrah, grahh
I'm a demon, just look in my eyes
Everything's shot when we spend six pop
Hop off, he ain't goin' right with his guys
And the field gotta keep you or not
Niggas run Rick, but he can't run Rick
When I beam on the back of his spine
Like Ronda, I'm sendin' him nine
They topin' on Dummy, I'm ridgin' him
They topin' on Lyla, I'm uppin' my nine
Like how, like who, like what
What he gon' do when he runnin' to us
He try to run and got hit by a bus
Free Kobe, he's goin' to clutch
I'm feelin' the motor, I cannot get touch
Talk on the game, we spend, he get crunch
063, when they see me, they run
They know my bars, I be cookin' for fun
Every time I turn, he gon' let off a ton
They know my face, they know my name
Can't wait till I run in the main
Niggas be kids and I put in their pain
Don't matter the weather, I walk in the rain
Oh, he gettin' money, I'm snappin' his chain
They talkin' on Dummy, I'm layin' in flames
Shit came with a beam, no need for no aim
Can't go out like him, got left on the train
Can't go out like him, got left on the train
Can't go out like him, got left on the train

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