Latto - FTCU (feat. GloRilla & Gangsta Boo)
Lyrics
[Intro]
Man, I'm in the VIP, I done walked straight past you hoes
Bitch!
You see me?
I ain't seen you, wait up bitch
D.a. got that dope
[Chorus: Latto]
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
I might stand up on yo' shit and fuck a dub up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
I might go up in your shit, you tryna mug us (Bitch!)
[Verse 1: Latto]
Tear the club down (Fuck it up)
Stamp a bitch, yeah (Fuck it up)
Stand up in these new Bottega, fuck your damn couch (Fuck it up)
Start a bottle war, these bitches barely keeping up (Yeah ho)
Muggin' like they want some smoke, but they ain't deep enough (They weak as fuck)
Young, ratchet rich and I'm rude as fuck these bitches know what's up
Came in a bit with a stick, don't at me bitch you know it's tough (Grr)
Hottest in my city, bitch me any diamond hit it
And I run up on big Latto give no fuck about no image
Throw them once (Fuck that flow)
Try that bitch (Fuck that ho)
You could get yo' ass beat up right here and take this shit to go
Throw them once (Fuck that flow)
Try the bitch (Fuck that ho)
And security can't even say yo' ass they know I'm [?]
[Chorus: Latto & GloRilla]
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
I might stand up on yo' shit and fuck a dub up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
GloRilla
I might go up in your shit, you tryna mug us
[Verse 2: GloRilla]
I can't walk up in the club if I ain't get the Birkin (Give me that)
They was at the club on live, we caught them bitches lackin' (Cap)
And then we deep up in his booth, we posted like, "What's happenin'?" (What up?)
I pray to God a ho don't run up on my bitches check (Three thousand)
Ayy, I told them folks to Google me or somethin', 'cause I don't show ID
And I don't give my number out in clubs, they gotta follow me (On IG)
Phone calls full of shooters just in case they try to follow me (Huh?)
Keep them pistols in the party we don't go by policies (We don't do that)
And we in the club we drug you like a Pharmacy
Strictly popping off on bitches, we not Ari (Why they do that?)
Walk up in your party make that bitch my party (On God)
And we just spiced it up and got them bitches saucy (On God)
[Chorus: Latto]
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
I might stand up on yo' shit and fuck a dub up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club)
Fuck the club up (Yeah Fuck the club)
I might go up on your shit, you tryna mug us
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
I might stand up on yo' shit and fuck a dub up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up (Yeah)
Fuck the club up (Yeah)
I might go up in your shit, you tryna mug us (Bitch!)
[Outro]
Yeah ho
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Yeah ho
Fuck it up
