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Mr. FTO
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Mr. FTO was released on August 11, 2023 by 1017/Atlantic as a part of the album Life of a SlimeCrook
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Release DateAugust 11, 2023
Label1017/Atlantic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FTO Sett
FTO Sett
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Songwriter
Kaimon Carwell
Kaimon Carwell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
Justin Yap
Justin Yap
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Tay Keith, fuck these **** up)
Oh yeah, boy
Slime on the way now, ****
He know he fucked up (Murder and love)
When he gave Sett one of the hoes, you heard me?
Oh yeah (Oh yeah, ****)
Aight, bounce back, **** (Fuck The Opps Crazy)
Ayy (Slime love)
[Chorus]
I'm that **** (Big Fuck The Opps Crazy)
I'm suited in black for that scrilla (Yeah, ****)
I'm buyin' 392 for all my killers (What? Slatt)
They come through slidin' fast when they hit ya (We hittin' they ass)
I catch 'em, I take 'em a picture (Ho boy)
Sippin' this drank, shit fuck with my liver
Call up a doctor, clean my system (Clean me up)
Ain't shit change, get you turned off my whistle (Phew)
But still we snatch 'em like a missile
I can't be hangin' 'round unknown **** (Lame-ass ****)
Five-seven, yeah, my chopper a pistol
We say Fuck The Opps Crazy, gotta put Mr​.​
I'm takin' her top down, I ain't kiss her
I'm stuck in my way, vanish mode get her (Vanish mode)
My **** 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)
[Verse 1]
This shit te amo, know KG, he gon' get 'em (I love you)
I got a recipe for a couple these **** ('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)
Fuck 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 shit on)
If I smile, they gon' mug (Oh yeah, what?)
The state tryna label me as a thug
Prosecutor label me a plug (Big Fuck The Opps Crazy)
I swear to the Tre, that is on all us
We movin' off murder and love (SlimeCrook)
[Chorus]
I'm that **** (I'm that ****)
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, shit fuck with my liver (I'm slime)
Call up a doctor, clean my system (Clean me up)
Ain't shit 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 unkown **** (Lame-ass ****)
Five-seven, yeah, my chopper a pistol (Green tip)
We say Fuck The Opps Crazy, gotta put Mr​.​
I'm takin' her top down, I ain't kiss her (Slatt)
I'm stuck in my way, vanish mode get her (Trench move)
My **** shot his shot, he ain't even get her (I slapped her)
I caught her, took her down just for the member
[Verse 2]
**** be dyin' tryna get some dealin'
These **** ain't got that much faith from they **** (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 ass)
7.62 cut him over and I split him (Got him)
Advanced this weapon, protectin' my **** (Yeah)
**** be talkin' too much, I don't feel him (No)
I ain't cuffin' no bitch, cut her off of my system (Ah, bitch)
I'm fuckin' shit up like Tay Keith (Tay Keith)
Like Michael Myers, see my face and they heart beat (Yeah)
I'm steppin' on shit like big beef (Big beef)
My shit ain't like none of these ****, they got big teeth (Big teeth-ass ****)
And everywhere I go, got the gun for a minute (That bread)
That thirty-ball or a fifty-piece (Fifty-piece)
I'm that ****, you better not at me (At me)
Where I'm from, ****, we at shit on the backstreet (SlimeCrook)
[Chorus]
I'm that **** (That ****)
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, shit fuck with my liver (I'm slime)
Call up a doctor, clean my system (Clean me up)
Ain't shit 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 unknown **** (Lame-ass ****)
Five-seven, yeah, my chopper a pistol (Green tip)
We say Fuck The Opps Crazy, gotta put Mr​.​
I'm takin' her top down, I ain't kiss her (Slatt)
I'm stuck in my way, vanish mode get her (Trench move)
My **** shot his shot, he ain't even get her (I slapped her)
I caught her, took her down just for the member
Written by: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Kaimon Carwell
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