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FTS Freestyle (feat. FGFRM65 & Thugga Dre)
by 51ate
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Just rolled out of bed, gotta smoke on Cedric's hands
Screaming out fuck the feds, nigga you heard what I said
In the stu with Dre and 51ate, I pull up and shoot his face
Catch that body, beat that case
Just like Tay-K, do the race
I got hella foes, still accomplishing my goals
Goals, Goals, No World Cup
Just like France, you outta luck
Brazil, rolled up
My niggas, poles up
Yo niggas froze up
Dem niggas ain't slide for nothin
And if they do, then they die for nothin
In the sky for nothin, in the ground
Becoming worm food, for nothin
My dawg got hella bodies but he ain't a felon
(Hey) Dre, Tell 'em somethin
Mop the floor with all you niggas, all you niggas, extra 30
Load the clip and run his pockets, know I keep an extra 30
Long range, behind the arc, hittin shots like Stephen Curry
Off and running, Dre Dre Gunning, niggas know I step, they hurry
And a nigga never worry, I got shooters 'round every corner
From the west to the east, got smoke on every fucking border
And I'm a player, demon slayer, pay attention to all my haters
When it's time to pop pop bow, add the front like Al-Queda
Head hunter, kill like ten suckers like we man hunting
Hands up, run them bands up, we took like five hundred
Caught your man lacking, ain't no pistol packing
Found the bullets attractive
Hit him twice in the eye like it was target practice
(Boom!!!)
(They can't handle us)
(Lil Nigga)
(Wocky in the slush)
(Wocky!!!)
(We don't give a fuck)
(We don't give a fuck lil nigga)
Bitch
Leader of the team, 51ate a general
All these sticks on my team, we going federal
If you wanna stop the team, better call the senator
We lock and press on these niggas, we got that stamina
My squad too deep pussy, can you handle us?
Got the Wiggins and the Drac, back in Canada
Six deep in the Tonka, search and destroying ya
We got all the tools pussy, we come and hammer ya
I'm 51ate the Great bitch, who the fuck is ya
My shawty a little dime piece, I might go fuck on her
Backshots, Imma break her back, Imma damage her
Acting tough in front of hoes, you sound outlandish bruh
Sticks with a dick, it came with extra nuts
Dre with the chopper, it's about to get surgical
Fuge with TEC-9, you think he's merciful
Paint the streets all red like it's a cardinal
Uzi stack so many bodies, they line up vertical
Glock 9 causing cancer, make Niggas terminal
Then we skrt skrt off in the brand new convertible
Once we take a soul nigga, it's irreversible
Just rolled out of bed, gotta smoke on Cedric's hands
Screaming out fuck the feds, nigga you heard what I said
In the stu with Dre and 51ate, I pull up and shoot his face
Catch that body, beat that case
Just like Tay-K, do the race
I got hella foes, still accomplishing my goals
Goals, Goals, No World Cup
Just like France, you outta luck
Brazil, rolled up
My niggas, poles up
Yo niggas froze up
Dem niggas ain't slide for nothin
And if they do, then they die for nothin
In the sky for nothin, in the ground
Becoming worm food, for nothin
My dawg got hella bodies but he ain't a felon
(Hey) Dre, Tell 'em somethin
Mop the floor with all you niggas, all you niggas, extra 30
Load the clip and run his pockets, know I keep an extra 30
Long range, behind the arc, hittin shots like Stephen Curry
Off and running, Dre Dre Gunning, niggas know I step, they hurry
And a nigga never worry, I got shooters 'round every corner
From the west to the east, got smoke on every fucking border
And I'm a player, demon slayer, pay attention to all my haters
When it's time to pop pop bow, add the front like Al-Queda
Head hunter, kill like ten suckers like we man hunting
Hands up, run them bands up, we took like five hundred
Caught your man lacking, ain't no pistol packing
Found the bullets attractive
Hit him twice in the eye like it was target practice
(Boom!!!)
(They can't handle us)
(Lil Nigga)
(Wocky in the slush)
(Wocky!!!)
(We don't give a fuck)
(We don't give a fuck lil nigga)
Bitch
Leader of the team, 51ate a general
All these sticks on my team, we going federal
If you wanna stop the team, better call the senator
We lock and press on these niggas, we got that stamina
My squad too deep pussy, can you handle us?
Got the Wiggins and the Drac, back in Canada
Six deep in the Tonka, search and destroying ya
We got all the tools pussy, we come and hammer ya
I'm 51ate the Great bitch, who the fuck is ya
My shawty a little dime piece, I might go fuck on her
Backshots, Imma break her back, Imma damage her
Acting tough in front of hoes, you sound outlandish bruh
Sticks with a dick, it came with extra nuts
Dre with the chopper, it's about to get surgical
Fuge with TEC-9, you think he's merciful
Paint the streets all red like it's a cardinal
Uzi stack so many bodies, they line up vertical
Glock 9 causing cancer, make Niggas terminal
Then we skrt skrt off in the brand new convertible
Once we take a soul nigga, it's irreversible
