F.T.O Pt2 (Feat. Bloodhound Lil Jeff)

Alright, yeah, alright (Dxnte, you snapped on this one)
Yeah, alright, you know that, bitch
Alright, alright, fuck it
Alright, look

I run this shit just like a runner
I'm stylin', bitch, I am a stunner (yeah)
That nigga be fuckin' with rats and mice, I heard him listenin' to Gunna (snitch-ass nigga)
I'm a real-deal slime, I keep shit P, I just fucked the bitch, look like Summer (Wocka)
And I'm still in the 'Raq, everybody got a heat, move through this bitch like Obama (huh?)
Got clappers with me, got drenchers with me, when we roll, it look like Osama (brrt-brrt, bitch)
He know I fucked his bitch, I hit her ass and blocked her number
Ever since we lost bro, ain't no time for the sleep, we tryna put somethin' in a dumpster (bitch)
They say I was young, but since I got older, my gun, it's still bustin' (clappin', bitch)
Get to the E-way, it's a high-speed chase
He run up on me, bullets comin' his way
Put one to the chest, then five to the face
In my driver I trust, know we got away (bitch)

In the driver he trust, know we got away
Can't kick it, bitch, I'm not a punter (nah)
In your grass just like I'm a hunter (huh?)
On his ass, he won't make the summer (he won't)
I bounced out the car, they say, "He got a Drac'"
I walked his ass down, you know he DOA (bitch)
Money on my head, who tryna get paid?
Comin' at me, you gon' die anyway
You a bitch, you a ho, I see it in your face
Know the opps, they can't beat me, this is not a race (ooh, uh, ooh, ooh)

Know the opps can't beat him, no talkin' 'bout a race (ayy, ayy)
If you ain't tryna slide, get the fuck out my face
Lost four of his guys in like one day
I throw up B's for BH
You play with me, you die same day (brrt)
I know two opps that got caught same way
In the stu' with Cash, told him, "Roll up the Klay" (huh?)
You know what we doin', you know how we play
Don't come to Chatham, we run that place

Don't play with us, this shit ain't safe (nope)
I fucked his bitch, he call her bae (damn)
Lil' cuz got fifty, I got Drac'
The blue and whites was all on State
Fuck it, take 'em on a chase (skrrt)
He duckin', hit him in his face (brrt)
A bucket, know my shot like Klay (bitch)

Know his shot like Klay (know my shot like)
They can't fuck with us (we don't with Klay)
We don't fuck with Klay (no)
Uh, and they can't fuck with us anyway
Know the opps, they dyin'
Know them niggas lyin' (yeah, yeah)
They say, "Up the score," how the fuck? Yeah, uh, uh
Bitch