Ftg (feat. Hoodbaby Peppa & Hoodbaby Rahrah)

Yeah Murda no cap I said we come from the gutter Your mama my mama, my mama your mama (on God) I'm praying we sit together, everybody want to come up So they by themselves They get a hundred band drill they gonna handle it they self (on God) Me I call up my Dog, I know he hungry, gotta eat (for real) My bro just came home, he back track but he a beast (no cap) Put plates up on the table before I could even eat (on God) I got locked up my mama seen it in her dreams Big ok gang yea for my guys yea ima squeeze For real I was trapping in my shell toes I ain't have a dollar She ain't want me back then now she want me be her father She ain't want me back then she got make up on my collar I was locked up in the cell and I was thinking about my mama Swear I got so many problems, drugs the only way to solve em And you could get your head bust if you fuck with mine Dead ass give me a headrush, guess who I got in mind I'm not one of a kind, got murder on my mind Started off at dimes, 4 and a baby to a 9 Took a couple L's, you ain't gonna stretch it all the time I said we come from the gutter Your mama my mama, my mama your mama (on God) I'm praying we sit together, everybody want to come up So they by themselves They get a hundred band drill they gonna handle it they self (on God) Me I call up my Dog, I know he hungry, gotta eat (for real) My bro just came home, he back track but he a beast (no cap) Put plates up on the table before I could even eat (on God) Before I can even eat My Dog be stressing he be locked up in the streets And for my Dogs I gotta grind I gotta eat And we gonna slime around the town, go fuck up a show a hundred round Go fuck up a show a hundred round If you're a slime gang you can come around my town If you're gonna pull the trigger Then you might just let it down (yeah) Hoodbaby I'm running wild Grew up in the gutter seen some shit you never seen before I got the beam up on the glizzy I don't let it blow Free up all my Dog they locked up and they freezing cold I said we come from the gutter Your mama my mama, my mama your mama (on God) I'm praying we sit together, everybody want to come up So they by themselves They get a hundred band drill they gonna handle it they self (on God) Me I call up my Dog, I know he hungry, gotta eat (for real) My bro just came home, he back track but he a beast (no cap) Put plates up on the table before I could even eat (on God)