F.T.O PT2 (feat. Bloodhound Lil Jeff)

[Intro: Rell Vert]

Alright, yeah, alright

Yeah, alright, you know that, bitch (Dxnte, you snapped on this one)

Alright, alright, fuck it

Alright, look

[Verse 1: Rell Vert]

I run this shit just like a runner, I'm stylin', bitch, I am a stunner (Yeah)

That nigga be fuckin' with rats and mice, I heard him listenin' to Gunna (Snitch-ass nigga)

I'm a real-deal slime, I keep shit P, I just fucked the bitch, look like Summer (Wocka)

And I'm still in the 'Raq, everybody got a heat, move through this bitch like Obama (Huh?)

Got clappers with me, got drenchers with me, when we roll, it look like Osama (Brrt, brrt, bitch)

He know I fucked his bitch, I hit her ass and blocked her number

Ever since we lost bro, ain't no time for the sleep, we tryna put somethin' in a dumpster (Bitch)

They say I was young, but since I got older, my gun, it's still bustin' (Clappin', bitch)

Get to the E-way, it's a high-speed chase

He run up on me, bullets comin' his way

Put one to the chest, then five to the face

In my driver I trust, know we got away (Bitch)

[Verse 2: Bloodhound Lil Jeff & Rell Vert]

In the driver he trust, know we got away

Can't kick it, bitch, I'm not a punter (Nah)

In your grass just like I'm a hunter (Huh?)

On his ass, he won't make the summer (He won't)

I bounced out the car, they say, "He got a Drac'"

I walked his ass down, you know he DOA (Bitch)

Money on my head, who tryna get paid?

Comin' at me, you gon' die anyway

You a bitch, you a ho, I see it in your face

Know the opps, they can't beat me, this is not a race (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

[Verse 3: Rell Vert]

Uh, know the opps can't beat him, no talkin' 'bout a race (Ayy, ayy)

If you ain't tryna slide, get the fuck out my face

Lost like four of his guys in like one day

I throw up B's for BH

You play with me, you die same day (Brrt)

I know two opps that got caught same way

In the stu' with Cash, told him, "Roll up the Klay" (Huh?)

You know what we doin', you know how we play

Don't come to Chatham, we run that place

[Verse 4: Bloodhound Lil Jeff & Rell Vert]

Don't play with us, this shit ain't safe (Nope)

I fucked his bitch, he call her bae (Damn)

Lil' cuz got fifty, I got Drac'

The blue and whites was all on State

Fuck it, take 'em on a chase (Skrrt)

He duckin', hit him in his face (Brrt)

A bucket, know my shot like Klay (Bitch)

[Outro: Rell Vert & Bloodhound Lil Jeff]

Know his shot like Klay

They can't fuck with us

We don't fuck with Klay (No)

Uh, and they can't fuck with us anyway

Know the opps, they dyin'

Know them niggas lyin' (Yeah, yeah)

They say, "Up the score," how the fuck? Yeah, uh, uh

Bitch