Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song FTW , by - Aaron Rose. Release date: 17.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
FTW |
| Where should I begin? |
| I came here to win |
| Again and again, ain’t nothin' risked |
| Me and my friends makin' these M’s |
| Pull up in a Benz, huh, killin' ya, killin' ya |
| Bitch, I’m lit, can’t tell me «Stop» |
| All these haters try to knock |
| Got that Yola and Reebok |
| Kicked through the door, I bust the lock |
| Livin' legend like Detox |
| This that Linkin Park, we rock |
| We 'bout to spark, never stop |
| Westbrook nigga, feel these shots, yeah |
| Ooh, bitch I might shoot straight out the roof |
| My team we breakin' the rules |
| Uh, I put the work like I clock in |
| Your bitch on my line, if I breathe it’s a pool |
| That bitch all on me like Velcro |
| Flex when I stunt like a elbow |
| Back to back, I flow like headerback |
| They love the hate, see it all through the telescope |
| I can’t relate, mindin' my ways |
| I know that money is time |
| My niggas suit up like it’s prime |
| Get the bag only, that is the prime |
| Objective, bitch, respected |
| Stay one hundred like on a Big Dipper |
| Object, see consequences |
| Bury bone in your bitch, I might hit her, ooh |
| Where should I begin? |
| I came here to win |
| Again and again, ain’t nothin' risked |
| Me and my friends makin' these M’s |
| Pull up in a Benz, huh, killin' ya, killin' ya |
| Bitch, I’m lit, can’t tell me «Stop» |
| All these haters try to knock |
| Got that Yola and Reebok |
| Kicked through the door, I bust the lock |
| Livin' legend like Detox |
| This that Linkin Park, we rock |
| We 'bout to spark, never stop |
| Westbrook nigga, feel these shots, yeah |
| I made a mil at 21 |
| Then doubled up at 22 |
| My niggas got plenty guns |
| If I point them out, they gon' shoot (Uh) |
| Doin' donuts in the coupe |
| Youngest nigga on the loose |
| I deserve it, I do |
| Did 10,000 in the stu' (Facts) |
| Ain’t talkin' bands, I’m talkin' hours |
| 'Cause I need the money and the power |
| No respect level on the dials |
| Yeah, sit 'em down, stick a crown on |
| Fuck being humble, let your nuts hang |
| I’m ready to run, my nigga, come bang |
| Middle fingers out the Mustang |
| I’m ridin' round like I’m Bruce Wayne |
| Hundred racks in my safe |
| Try to run in my place |
| Catch shots in the face |
| And I bet I beat the case, yeah |
| I can show you real gang stuff |
| This shit rockin', no chase up |
| Couple mill' in my base yeah |
| Where should I begin? |
| (Where should I begin?) |
| I came here to win (I came here to win) |
| Again and again (Again and again) |
| Ain’t nothin' risked |
| Me and my friends makin' these M’s (Shakin' these bands) |
| Pull up in a Benz, huh, killin' ya, killin' y |
| Where should I begin? |
| I came here to win |
| Again and again |
| Ain’t nothin' risked (Yo') |
| Me and my friends makin' these M’s (Yah) |
| Pull up in a Benz, huh, killin' ya, killin' ya |
| Killin' em, nigga, I’m killin' 'em |
| Since keepin' been blowin' with Gilligan, I was killin' 'em |
| Straight Kendall Gillingham |
| And here it begins, countin' my wins, a thousand and ten of 'em |
| Niggas is mice, I’ma make men of 'em |
| Niggas is nice, word to your woman friend |
| I’m tryna get it in, you know how it go |
| I put her on to my bro’s |
| You a rest-haven for hoes |
| But these highs weigh out the lows |
| So I’m smokin' all alone, in my zone |
| I swear I be killin' 'em |
| Buffalo Billin' 'em just like a poacher |
| Lean off the Addy just like I’m supposed to |
| Young nigga just doin' the most |
| Most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most |