Sett & Tay Keith – Mr. FTO Lyrics
Artist: Sett & Tay Keith
Song: Mr. FTO
Oh yeah, boy
Slime on the way now, n#gg#
He know he f#cked up (murder and love)
When he put sett on one of the hoes, you heard me?
Oh yeah (oh yeah, n#gg#)
Aight, bounce back, n#gg# (f#ck the opps crazy)
Ayy (slime love)
I’m that n#gg# (big f#ck the opps crazy)
I’m suited in black for that scrilla (yeah, n#gg#)
I’m buyin’ 392 for all my killers (what? slatt)
They come through slidin’ fast when they hit ya (we hittin’ they #ss)
I catch ’em, i take ’em a picture (ho boy)
Sippin’ this drank, sh#t f#ck with my liver
Call up a doctor, clean my system (clеan me up)
Ain’t sh#t change, get you turnеd off my whistle (phew)
But still we snatch ’em like a missile
I can’t be hangin’ ’round auntie on n#gg# (lame-ass n#gg#)
Five-seven, yeah, my chopper a pistol
We say f#ck the opps crazy, gotta put mr.
I’m takin’ her top down, i ain’t kiss her
I’m stuck in my way, venmo mode get ’em (venmo)
My n#gg# shot his shot, he ain’t even get her (i got this, slime)
I caught her, took her down just for the member (slap her)
This sh#t te amo, know kg, he gon’ get ’em (i love you)
I got a recipe for a couple these n#gg#s (‘kay)
We throw him a party, he thought we was with him (birthday party)
Rocked him to sleep, i ain’t babysit him (come here)
I’m huntin’ for him, you know hoadie gon’ get him (get the scoop on him)
We movin’ beside that car, i’m a rider (i’m a rider)
f#ck all ’em, they gon’ die together, we gon’ kill ’em
Shoot ’em up, put ’em up (come here)
We gettin’ up close, he gon’ die from a slug (yeah-yeah)
I got jewelry on in front of the judge (all this sh#t on)
When i smile, they gon’ mug (oh yeah, what?)
The state tryna label me as a thug
Prosecutor label me a plug (big f#ck the opps crazy)
I swear to the tre, that is on all us
We movin’ off murder and love (slimecrook)
I’m that n#gg# (i’m that n#gg#)
I’m suited in black for that scrilla
I’m buyin’ 392 for all my killers
They come through slidin’ fast when they hit ya (we hittin’ ’em)
I catch ’em, i take ’em a picture (ho boy)
Sippin’ this drank, sh#t f#ck with my liver (i’m slime)
Call up a doctor, clean my system (clean me up)
Ain’t sh#t change, get you turned off my whistle (phew)
But still we snatch ’em like a missile (get out of there)
I can’t be hangin’ ’round auntie on n#gg# (lame-ass n#gg#)
Five-seven, yeah, my chopper a pistol (clean sh#t)
We say f#ck the opps crazy, gotta put mr.
I’m takin’ her top down, i ain’t kiss her (slatt)
I’m stuck in my way, venmo mode get ’em (trench move)
My n#gg# shot his shot, he ain’t even get her (i slapped her)
I caught her, took her down just for the member
n#gg# be dyin’ tryna get some dealin’
These n#gg#s ain’t got that much faith from they n#gg# (fake-ass fool)
Lil’ bruh caught a bop, threw the gun in the river (yeah)
He was movin’ lose, no hundred, i ripped him (i smashed his #ss)
7.62 cut him over and i split him (got him)
Advanced this weapon, protectin’ my n#gg# (yeah)
n#gg# be talkin’ too much, i don’t feel him (no)
I ain’t cuffin’ no b#tch, cut her off of my system (ah, b#tch)
I’m f#ckin’ sh#t up like tay keith (tay keith)
Like michael myers, see my face and they heart beat (yeah)
I’m steppin’ on sh#t like big beef (big beef)
My sh#t ain’t like none of these n#gg#s, they got big teeth (big teeth-ass n#gg#)
And i everywhere i go, got the gun for a minute (that bread)
That thirty-ball or a fifty-piece (fifty-piece)
I’m that n#gg#, you better not at me (at me)
Where i’m from, n#gg#, we at sh#t on the backstreet (slimecrook)
I’m that n#gg# (that n#gg#)
I’m suited in black for that scrilla
I’m buyin’ 392 for all my killers
They come through slidin’ fast when they hit ya (we hittin’ ’em)
I catch ’em, i take ’em a picture (ho boy)
Sippin’ this drank, sh#t f#ck with my liver (i’m slime)
Call up a doctor, clean my system (clean me up)
Ain’t sh#t change, get you turned off my whistle (phew)
But still we snatch ’em like a missile (get out of there)
I can’t be hangin’ ’round auntie on n#gg# (lame-ass n#gg#)
Five-seven, yeah, my chopper a pistol (clean sh#t)
We say f#ck the opps crazy, gotta put mr.
I’m takin’ her top down, i ain’t kiss her (slatt)
I’m stuck in my way, venmo mode get ’em (trench move)
My n#gg# shot his shot, he ain’t even get her (i slapped her)
I caught her, took her down just for the member
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Release Year: 2023