"F.T.B." lyrics

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