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fto sett – duck no smoke كلمات اغاني

[intro]
yeah, you know how we comin’
free fto, n_gga, yeah
(red, that ho so f_ckin’ bumpin’, bro)
yeah, i’m still stuntin’ and stealin’

[chorus]
i brought a hundred out to the ‘jects
i put a silencer up on the tec (pew, pew, pew)
my n_gga shootin’ sh_t without a net (yeah)
i’m standin’ frontline without a vest
after i touched, n_gga, i put the test
my n_gga crankin’ up a trx
we hit the gas, n_gga got a kit (kit full)
some n_gga was mad, i got him blitzed, fully
bump on your block, my n_gga make a mess
f_ck a n_gga gang, this sh_t come from sett (f_ck your gang)
linkin’ with n_ggas don’t make you a threat (make you no threat)
this fully chopper smack, make sh_t spread
this .308 knock a chunk out his head (noodles)
we beefin’ with n_ggas, they alrеady dead (dead_ass n_ggas)
we creepin’ from ralеigh to frayser (yeah), we smokin’ on bezzal (i know ’bout bezzal), you still be lookin’ for ced (yeah)

[verse 1]
come down tate, n_gga, do what you said (do what you said)
no rap, no fakin’, lil’ cuh real scared (cap_ass n_gga)
back_to_back spinnin’, got bread on they head (spin on them)
back smackin’ on sh_t for speakin’ on my deads (speakin’ on my n_ggas)
you catch him, smack him, nothin’ else said
c4s are better, draco or ten_milli’
every time somethin’ happen, my gang get mentioned (get a mention)
n_ggas workin’ atf up in the trenches (trenches_ass n_gga)
i’m chuckin’ the trey, but the four we bendin’ (i don’t bend the three)
out of bounds, n_gga, we catch him, we blitz him (dump ’em off)
back door, when we runnin’, we lookin’ for ricky (no ricky)
stop all that cappin’, you ain’t doin’ no spinnin’ (4k)
who you smackin’ there? n_ggas ain’t hittin’ (ain’t hit n0body)
i signed for an m in the trenches (gucci mane)
i put a bag on your b_tches (blew that sh_t)
i’d rather do it myself, though (it’s crook)
[chorus]
i brought a hundred out to the ‘jects
i put a silencer up on the tec (pew, pew, pew)
my n_gga shootin’ sh_t without a net (yeah)
i’m standin’ frontline without a vest
after i touched, n_gga, i put the test
my n_gga crankin’ up a trx
we hit the gas, n_gga got a kit (kit full)
some n_gga was mad, i got him blitzed, fully
bump on your block, my n_gga make a mess
f_ck a n_gga gang, this sh_t come from sett (f_ck your gang)
linkin’ with n_ggas don’t make you a threat (make you no threat)
this fully chopper smack, make sh_t spread
this .308 knock a chunk out his head (noodles)
we beefin’ with n_ggas, they already dead (dead_ass n_ggas)
we creepin’ from raleigh to frayser (yeah), we smokin’ on bezzal (i know ’bout bezzal), you still be lookin’ for ced (yeah)

[verse 2]
four to the chest, two to the head
it’s a limit of shots the switch that i’m hittin’ (frrt)
keep on duckin’, don’t wanna get close (get caught)
the way you see four hit the club, drac’ troll (drac’ caught him)
hawk down gang run them down in white lows (white lows)
i need somethin’ dead ‘fore i go to a show (go to my show)
you know you ain’t shoot up my show (shoot up my sh_t)
the whole dixie and tate know you a ho (f_ck dracbaby)
ayy, 12 got sh_t off the shoulder
.458 make your car do a note (do a note)
keep gettin’ up close, seen sh_t explode
the bullets high, they ain’t low
i got a member, bullets up the score (the score)
i’m mr. fto (f_ck the opps crazy)
smack ’em, smack ’em, smack ’em again (smack ’em, smack ’em)
f_ck the opps, smack ’em again
[chorus]
i brought a hundred out to the ‘jects
i put a silencer up on the tec (pew, pew, pew)
my n_gga shootin’ sh_t without a net (yeah)
i’m standin’ frontline without a vest
after i touched, n_gga, i put the test
my n_gga crankin’ up a trx
we hit the gas, n_gga got a kit (kit full)
some n_gga was mad, i got him blitzed, fully
bump on your block, my n_gga make a mess
f_ck a n_gga gang, this sh_t come from sett (f_ck your gang)
linkin’ with n_ggas don’t make you a threat (make you no threat)
this fully chopper smack, make sh_t spread
this .308 knock a chunk out his head (noodles)
we beefin’ with n_ggas, they already dead (dead_ass n_ggas)
we creepin’ from raleigh to frayser (yeah), we smokin’ on bezzal (i know ’bout bezzal), you still be lookin’ for ced (yeah)

[outro]
come down tate, n_gga, do what you said
no rap, no fakin’, lil’ cuh real scared
come down tate, n_gga, do what you said
back smackin’ on sh_t for speakin’ on my deads
come down tate, n_gga, do what you said
you know you ain’t shoot up my show
the whole dixie and tate know you a ho
come down tate, n_gga, do what you said

- fto sett

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