F.T.O

yeah yeah, Getting the money, i’m stacking the guala, she don’t tryna lane, she wanted sum prauda, giving me brain, i get smarter and smarter, i stay on my grind, i get harder and harder, callin me daddy?, but i ain’t yo father, i said to be silent, Shh x2 i’m not your father, i don’t need a daughter, so don’t even bother, i’m whipping the charger, hop in the charger, i got a new whip, like how she do it, she doin the split, all of my money, you know it’s legit, i’m packing a pound, ye you know how it is, hop in the whip, then i hop in a porsche, ye u know we be runnin off course, hop in the whip, and she bein so shady, she said momma had to barry her baby, this bitch got me goin so crazy, momma never thought she barry her baby, my bruda got shot in his chest, ye you know we be bangin the west, ye i’m shootin this bitch suppressed, ima shoot an east, right in his chest, kill this nigga just like he a pest, this nigga better pray to the west, this bitch nigga is obsessed, like he tryna make me undress,