F.T.P.O.G.

killin season with draco in the booth fuck the police ice cube statin truth if you ever snitch I'm knockin out ya tooth/till that bitch come loose preparing ya noose i spit that top gun y'all can call me goose trappin on the block working at a spotter had to hootie hoo everytime i see the oppers eye on scales we was weight watchers eye on the hoes cause they be some plotters mixing potions in my cup like ghetto harry potter married to my glock its glued to my waist bitches wanna flock every time i get some cake workin in the kitchen draco know how to bake pull up for a zone I'll serve em the shake found out kinda late that that life is not my fate i was worried bout tryna pile my plate now i ask was it worth all i ate now the police stay outside my gates waiting for me to come out my place they tryna hit me with a case but now I'm finna do it all legit focus on the one thing i gotta get this time ain't no shit glued to my hip I'm doing it with the rhymes that i spit pray to god that this is finally it now my life turned around and I've changed. Went from gripping techs to flipping checks so to me its kinda strange. Quit hitting licks but I'll pull up in the range Draco cock back and aim this shit aint no game i was tryna make a name then i ditched all the lames started spittin game to these fucking dames now they see with me around it'll never be the same