1029 Tre, Sir Untre - Fytb Lyrics

Nigga slatt
Oh my god
Fuck you talm bout
I fucked that bitch from the back
Fuck you talm bout
I heard she didn't have no ass
Fuck you talm nout
But a young nigga still gone attack
Fuck you talm bout
I seen her in a party, I macked
Fuck you talm bout
I'm in this bitch with my strap
Fuck you talm bout
Pussy ass Nigga get whacked
Fuck you talm bout
Dunk his ass out like Shaq

Luh Ocho be calling me Jack
And I'm from the trap
I'm having the gun in my lap yeah
I ain't stealing no swag
This young nigga ran up a bag
And I'm having racks
In Savannah I'm having the pack
R.K. I got a sack Yeah, Yeah

I'm from the Mac
You cannot go there
Bitch I'm straight out the East
Let's be exact
All you niggas is lame
You niggas is whack
My bitches is bad
She talking that money
Lets get to this cash
My bitch full of class
With Chanel bags
Pigs get behind us
My Glock in that bag
Always was in my heart
But nobody believed me
I told you I'm next up
These niggas be weird
These niggas be leaching
Pussy nigga get your check up
She loving my meat
She loving my Johnny
I told that hoe to test up
I'm going too fast
I'm going far up
Pussy nigga just Ketchup

I run with the K
You know I'm a star
Yeah nigga I'm best up
If he gets wrong
We slinging a K
He gone have to vest up
Whenever its smoke
Its all in the air
Ima stand with my chest up
Or I call your bitch
She drop your location
And I'll have you set up

Nigga slatt
Oh my god
Fuck you talm bout
I fucked that bitch from the back
Fuck you talm bout
I heard she didn't have no ass
Fuck you talm nout
But a young nigga still gone attack
Fuck you talm bout
I seen her in a party, I macked
Fuck you talm bout
I'm in this bitch with my strap
Fuck you talm bout
Pussy ass Nigga get whacked
Fuck you talm bout
Dunk his ass out like Shaq

Yeah, ugh, ugh
Yeah, nigga its Lone Star's Year all 2019 Crazy Man
Yeah, pop my shit
Yeah, fuck you talm bout