ToDinero - FTG

I'm Chris Bosh up in these streets cause I can't leave without my heat
Put your address in my GPS, we come and serve the street
Black out ARP known to put shit right underneath he been outside all month, we been stalking all week
Don't put your eggs inside my basket, get your shit cracked open
It's hella poles inside this room, it look like niggas voting
Dead guys got my head spinning, need some ibuprofen
Call me T.O. Corleone, young niggas, putting shit in motion
That nigga stay inside like he allergic to them streets laws up on my ass, I smash the gas, take off on North County PD
Only love for my brothers, I'm still screaming F.T.G.
Like I said, ARP, that's gon' put shit underneath
Stepped on his partners, I ain't even peep that we went down the family tree
Oh yeah, I'm smacking, with moo trapping
I got a laws swerving, ain't got traction
Whole lot of transactions, had to tell that bitch I'm having
Lil' bitch be trying to fuck me, I'm too busy, shit ain't happening
Lil' bro ain't have that wheel, but got behind it, got him crashing
Come in the room, Palm Angel down all white, bitch looking like a napkin
At this point, a nigga talking, be high as fuck when T.O. rapping
He need to be a grave digger, all these bodies he keep dragging
S.S.M
A.B.G
S.S.M
F.T.G
I'm Chris Bosh up in these streets cause I can't leave without my heat
Put your address in my GPS, we come and serve the street
Black out ARP known to put shit right underneath he been outside all month, we been stalking all week
Don't put your eggs inside my basket, get your shit cracked open
It's hella poles inside this room, it look like niggas voting
Dead guys got my head spinning, need some ibuprofen
Call me T.O. Corleone, young niggas, putting shit in motion
Young Nigga, put this shit in motion

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