F.T.B.

Uh I hit from the back, finna (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Uh, uh, nigga (Nigga) Ooh, ooh I hit from the back, finna uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Shorty real fine, real thick from the back she uh, uh, uh, uh She nasty, uh, uh She already know I'ma beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it up (Uh) She took a perc 30, It get tense Way I'm getting these dollars It don't make cents, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh I be strapped with a stick like a nigga fence And I'm gon' hit a lick, then we scale the fence You don't wanna hear shots where ya momma rent All of my windows is bulletproof they Clark Kent Nigga just look at this chopper, this shit not pretend Is shorty fucking, well I say it depends If your bitch take a perc 30, it get tense Hop out a whip forgiato, it say on the rim Got 18 pounds, smoking white mintz You could see me through the front, but the side got the tints Nigga if I shoot the chop, then I'm not finna' miss I'm in LA, put a pint in a big red He thought he beefing with me, woulda' been dead I'm with your shorty, she calling me big head Bitch I'm a king we gon' fuck in a big bed, uh, uh, uh I beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it up I'm in a Lambo, I stay undefeated While I'm switching lanes, she wanna smell it, and eat it Gotta keep a fan 'cause shit get heated Ooh, ooh I hit from the back, finna Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah) Uh, uh Oooh I hit from the back, finna uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Shorty real fine, real thick from the back she uh, uh, uh, uh She nasty, uh, uh Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it up Ooh, yeah Huh, huh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh