Datboipsycho - F.Y.T.B Lyrics

Killin the game like I was supposed to

I remember when I had nobody to go to

I neva gave up ona dream but I was close to

But I gave up on da ones dat I was close to

When I ain't have shit Dey said if neva be shit now I'm da moda f*cka they propose to

Now I'm doing shows like I hoped to

I do for myself cause I chose to

This shit hella hot
I mean every shot

Special glocks

Momma had us getting switches when I was young
It never stops

Keep talkin tough
Get yo melon popped

Heat on my waste line
But it's not showin
Bitch I don't waste time
My nine smokin

Get yo top pealed or
Yo spine broken

At any givin date line
I'm not joking

Get the toys like it's play time
It's pay time

Hear it through the great vine
Put you to sleep with yo eyes open
From my perspective
Posting guns on the internet
To look like a
Threat
It's not impressive

It's on sight if I catch a nigga I don't argue wit clowns in the comment section

Shots fired in all directions as

No gloves when I shot the weapon

When I say shots I ain't talkin injections
Off yo top ina mount of seconds
I gotta dumb shit down for you to get the perception

Ima the goat add me da collection
Cause I'm the moda f*cka dat Dey least respectin

I'm da king of this rap shit bitch respect it

When I f*cked up people doubted
Now I'm back on the run
Earning stripes for bodies like an adidas outfit

I swear on soul dese Niggas clownish

I'll have to whole damn crib surrounded

Shoot yo whip up get yo whip impounded

Jet lee Jackie Chan Lu lang dats how da glock be kicking

Trynna link up wit my opposition just drop me with em how optimistic
Peal the banna you'll not be livin

Whipping in the kitchen bitch I got the chicken

If I ain't yo favorite you got me twisted
Bang da drac
I dominate
Ima ape
Black out
Fire eight
Try to skate
Almost took my brother out
My mistake
This the juice
Concentrate
Niggas light
Feather weight
Wanna die
Set a date
Get da k
Out da safe
Choose yo fate

I'm nice wit dat

Nothing but Fire on my books you see me strike on the lightest match

Trynna ride out this will pop like yo tire flat

You just a bitch boy I don't see a man in him

Dese choppas come witta stand when I'm blaming em

Leaving yo man and them/ panicking
So many bullet holes the doctors gotta stand and examine em

F*ck yo fam and dem
I'll man handle em

No cameras Dese hammas will damage em

Find a hole Plant you you a new chest like Pamala Anderson