FTCU Lyrics

“FTCU”

Brand new trap, full of capsules and digits (Woah)
Brand new plug, sendin’ bowls on the mission (Woah)
Soon as we get it, you know that we flip it (Woah)
Young nigga fuckin’ up the whole city (Woah)
I sip the lean, and it fuckin’ my kidney (Woah)
Brand new bitch, she bad, and she saddidy (Woah)
Brand new gas, pack stuffed in the Civic (Woah)
On my way to go and fuck up the city (Woah)

I fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I’ma fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I’ma fuck the city up (Wave)

Brand new trap, full of capsules and digits (Woah)
Brand new plug, sendin’ bowls on the mission (Woah)
Soon as we get it, you know that we flip it (Woah)
Young nigga fuckin’ up the whole city (Woah)
I sip the lean, and it fuckin’ my kidney (Woah)
Brand new bitch, she bad, and she saddidy (Woah)
Brand new gas, pack stuffed in the Civic (Woah)
On my way to go and fuck up the city (Woah)

I fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I’ma fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I’ma fuck the city up (Wave)

Niggas be cappin’, they don’t get no love
Niggas be actin’, they really ain’t cut
How you a trapper? You ain’t got no plug
How you a trapper? You ain’t got no drugs
You ain’t the man, you still play with an ounce
We take the money, and we ship it out
It’s a hunnid thousand up in the clouds
He gon’ see it soon as digits touch down
I sent the money and he sent a [?]
I seen the money and he sent chickens
Soon as we get it, we gonna remix it
Stuff a hunnid of ’em up in the ceiling
Open up shop, if you need to come get it
We gon’ boom it ’til the crackers come kick it
We gon’ boom it ’til I see half a ticket
We gon’ boom it, gotta take care of Christmas
Trade a fifty pack of Percs for a vert’
Trade a fifty pack of dirt for a verse
Let’s trade the chain, snatch it for a hearse
Let’s change, your momma cryin’ in a church
Brand new bitch got enamored, she fuckin’
Keep tryna convince a nigga she love me
We get the money, yeah, we get the money
You niggas cappin’, y’all broke, it ain’t nothing

Brand new trap, full of capsules and digits (Woah)
Brand new plug, sendin’ bowls on the mission (Woah)
Soon as we get it, you know that we flip it (Woah)
Young nigga fuckin’ up the whole city (Woah)
I sip the lean, and it fuckin’ my kidney (Woah)
Brand new bitch, she bad, and she saddidy (Woah)
Brand new gas, pack stuffed in the Civic (Woah)
On my way to go and fuck up the city (Woah)

I fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I’ma fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I’ma fuck the city up (Wave)

Brand new trap, full of capsules and digits (Woah)
Brand new plug, sendin’ bowls on the mission (Woah)
Soon as we get it, you know that we flip it (Woah)
Young nigga fuckin’ up the whole city (Woah)
I sip the lean, and it fuckin’ my kidney (Woah)
Brand new bitch, she bad, and she saddidy (Woah)
Brand new gas, pack stuffed in the Civic (Woah)
On my way to go and fuck up the city (Woah)

I fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I’ma fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I fuck the city up (Wave)
I’ma fuck the city up (Wave)

About Rod Wave Lyrics

Artist: Rod Wave
Related songs: 50 Shades Lyrics
Album
Rookie of the Year
Release date: July 25, 2017
Label: HIT HOUSE

Born: 
August 27, 1999 (age 23 years), St. Petersburg, Florida, United States
Education: 
Lakewood High School
Nominations: 
Billboard Music Award for Top New Artist, MORE
Genre: 
Hip hop music, Trap music, Contemporary R&B, Soul music, Hip-Hop/Rap
Record labels: 
Interscope Records, Geffen Records

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