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letra de at yo top - ftos twan

[intro]
(lonzetheking)
(it’s a wayne beat)

[verse 1: ftos twan]
he said he was on my top, but i know he not
boy, you ain’t never seen a body drop
when this chop get to blowin’, this b-tch nonstop
you f-cked up, you took your heat to the p-wn shop

[verse 2: grindhard e]
boy, you got that unknown brand gun, we only totin’ glocks
gen5 glock virgin mary, it’s still in the box
you only poured an ounce in a two-liter, you drinkin’ too much pop
just poured a six in a twenty-ounce, might need another pop

[verse 3: ftos twan]
the opps never pop out, we need some new opps
and they ain’t left the southside since they mans got dropped
and since you playin’ both sides, boy, i’m comin’ at your top
you better ask your boy, boy, i’m known for hangin’ out with chops

[verse 4: grindhard e]
my n-gga hate pigs and love the beef, i love hangin’ out with akh
sunroof on the whip, might catch us shootin’ out the top
if it’s a lot of n-ggas with him, might catch me shootin’ with a chop
sleep on a n-gga for a couple days, i found his spot
[verse 5: ftos twan]
said we ain’t pullin’ up, b-tch, we campin’ out on your block
when y’all outside, we in the bushes with a hundred shots
shots rang off, n-ggas ran and got shot
i’m steady duckin’ from the feds, i can’t get my name hot
b-tch, you can’t ride slow with me, b-tch, my head hot

[verse 6: grindhard e]
when i start bustin’, they ain’t seen sh-t but a flash and some dreadlocks
i known to get close up, be like, “ayy, what’s your name?” and give a headshot
i got one opp, i hope he rot in jail, i heard he up and givin’ it out
he probably come up missin’ and won’t n0body know his whereabouts
i hope everybody go lookin’ for him that really care about him
a n-gga wanna fight, punch him in the chest and knock the air up out him

[verse 7: ftos twan]
boy, calm your ass down, i know you heard about us
we the ones start the violence, make ’em worry about it
n-gga sneak-diss on the ‘net, knock the words up out him
i just caught him, checked his temp, [?][1:18]
i came to your hood to see what’s up and they ain’t heard about you
i don’t trust you, you know your mans a rat, you still serve around him
me and him not the same, i pop sh-t and he break in houses
talkin’ ’bout you got the bag in in the trap, but you serve up ounces
what is that weed in that pack? e, you heard about it?
[verse 8: grindhard e]
it’s some bullsh-t, yeah, i heard about
they need to come to me and get hip, they need herbal counseling
the weed that i got is exclusive, i don’t make the prices
mia runtz or lb, i’m still undecided
today, i’m smokin’ jokes up
lil’ cuz knockin’ folks down, throwin’ folks up
he pulled up on me, i know he— ah, f-ck
he pulled up on me, i knew he caught a body, i watched him throw up
i knew he wasn’t on sh-t, i dropped my lo’ and he ain’t show up

[verse 9: ftos twan]
my ex-b-tch mad i got a b-tch, i’m like so what?
this lil’ b-tch need to get her sh-t together with her stinkin’ b-tt (aha, what the f-ck?)
i know my head really f-cked up, but i don’t give a f-ck
caught his ass, picked his ass up, then i sent him up
he said he ain’t eat today, them rp bullets filled him up
can’t believe y’all walk around with cut green in a sippy cup

[verse 10: grindhard e]
can’t believe they tried to save all they weed and rolled that little blunt
old drac’ almost the size as me, it’s not the little one
it’s four of y’all with only two heats, y’all be sharin’ guns
y’all only got a standard magazine, beef, we carry drums

- ftos twan

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