Letra He Ain’t - FTO Sett
(BandP—)
(Let the band play)
Uh-huh (Uh-huh)
Yup, you dig? Uh
He ain't brave enough, tell him to kill me
He aim at shit, that boy ain't on shit (He aim off)
He ain't brave enough, tell him to kill me
Aim at shit, man, that boy ain't gon' shoot (He aim off)
He ain't spy the city ridin' with tools (With hitters)
That boy a pigeon, put him in a coop (Smoke that nigga)
4K, fuck your block, I'ma spin it
Hit the highway with a Sprinter full of killers
Bump down in a nigga's city with members (Let's do it)
Try me, give you some shit to remember
Just like a Glock, you get found in a river (In a river)
Ain't no questions, I wasn't here in December (I was gone)
Went Purple a whole month, ain't take no picture
Nigga pockets stuffed, ain't shit on here empty (Two pockets stuffed)
I know some niggas turnt up, Crip like they Nipsey (They Loc-ed up)
I'll block that pillow, quick to up the hippy
I'm movin' with five homies in they feelings (They slime)
Play deaf, oh, they sound be ignorant (Hush shit)
My nigga came home and he movin' with inches (SG)
Keep your competition, movin' consistent (Consistent)
I'm humble, heart cold as it can get (Heartbreak)
Man, fuck that nigga, he was livin' a bitch
Fuck your gang 'til them niggas extinct (Fuck your guys)
Disqualified, man, them niggas be beat (Extra)
At [?] hit a different speed (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
HDG, member hop out on feet (Hop out)
My nigga got motion, ain't no tap weak
Ten, fifteen, twelve dranks, what you need? (Purple 'round)
Three surgeons wash the house soon as we leave
He thought it was the Perc', we got that boy Aleve (Trench move)
We stretch shit, Splatt put him on his knee
Murder with me, crook shit up in sleeves (Crook move, murder)
King vanish bump down in your bae
Tmac with me knockin' hoes out his league (Tmac now)
Who the fuck said Crook ain't got no cheese?
I'm greasy as it get, boy, I got butter (Butter)
Whoever said it'd make me okay (Tap that shit real fast, crazy-ass nigga)
He ain't brave enough, tell him to kill me
Aim at shit, man, that boy ain't gon' shoot (He aim off)
He ain't spy the city ridin' with tools (With hitters)
That boy a pigeon, put him in a coop (Smoke that nigga)
4K, fuck your block, I'ma spin it
Hit the highway with a Sprinter full of killers
Bump down in a nigga's city with members (Let's do it)
Try me, give you some shit to remember
Just like a Glock, you get found in a river (In a river)
Ain't no questions, I wasn't here in December (I was gone)
Went Purple a whole month, ain't take no picture
Nigga pockets stuffed, ain't shit on here empty
(Let the band play)
Uh-huh (Uh-huh)
Yup, you dig? Uh
He ain't brave enough, tell him to kill me
He aim at shit, that boy ain't on shit (He aim off)
He ain't brave enough, tell him to kill me
Aim at shit, man, that boy ain't gon' shoot (He aim off)
He ain't spy the city ridin' with tools (With hitters)
That boy a pigeon, put him in a coop (Smoke that nigga)
4K, fuck your block, I'ma spin it
Hit the highway with a Sprinter full of killers
Bump down in a nigga's city with members (Let's do it)
Try me, give you some shit to remember
Just like a Glock, you get found in a river (In a river)
Ain't no questions, I wasn't here in December (I was gone)
Went Purple a whole month, ain't take no picture
Nigga pockets stuffed, ain't shit on here empty (Two pockets stuffed)
I know some niggas turnt up, Crip like they Nipsey (They Loc-ed up)
I'll block that pillow, quick to up the hippy
I'm movin' with five homies in they feelings (They slime)
Play deaf, oh, they sound be ignorant (Hush shit)
My nigga came home and he movin' with inches (SG)
Keep your competition, movin' consistent (Consistent)
I'm humble, heart cold as it can get (Heartbreak)
Man, fuck that nigga, he was livin' a bitch
Fuck your gang 'til them niggas extinct (Fuck your guys)
Disqualified, man, them niggas be beat (Extra)
At [?] hit a different speed (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
HDG, member hop out on feet (Hop out)
My nigga got motion, ain't no tap weak
Ten, fifteen, twelve dranks, what you need? (Purple 'round)
Three surgeons wash the house soon as we leave
He thought it was the Perc', we got that boy Aleve (Trench move)
We stretch shit, Splatt put him on his knee
Murder with me, crook shit up in sleeves (Crook move, murder)
King vanish bump down in your bae
Tmac with me knockin' hoes out his league (Tmac now)
Who the fuck said Crook ain't got no cheese?
I'm greasy as it get, boy, I got butter (Butter)
Whoever said it'd make me okay (Tap that shit real fast, crazy-ass nigga)
He ain't brave enough, tell him to kill me
Aim at shit, man, that boy ain't gon' shoot (He aim off)
He ain't spy the city ridin' with tools (With hitters)
That boy a pigeon, put him in a coop (Smoke that nigga)
4K, fuck your block, I'ma spin it
Hit the highway with a Sprinter full of killers
Bump down in a nigga's city with members (Let's do it)
Try me, give you some shit to remember
Just like a Glock, you get found in a river (In a river)
Ain't no questions, I wasn't here in December (I was gone)
Went Purple a whole month, ain't take no picture
Nigga pockets stuffed, ain't shit on here empty
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