[Intro – Beat drops with subway FX + light drill hum]
Yerrr…
She fumbled.
I leveled.
Motion different now.
FTB, fasho. Let’s go.
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[Chorus – Hard chant w/ NYC cadence + slang]
FTB, I’m stamped, no kizzy,
Shorty move wocky, vibe too iffy.
I ain’t look back since she did me gritty,
Now I’m on timing — bag talk litty.
She fumbled real, now she chat like an opp,
Tryna spin back? That bridge got popped.
Money my main, my side, my top —
Everything else? Deaded. Blocked.
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[Verse 1 – Metaphors + NYC lingo balance]
She was a treesh, I was blind to the math,
Gave her the wheel — she crashed the path.
Now I’m dolo, locked in craft,
Movin’ like Chase, I secure my cash.
Love had me slippin’, like timbs on soap,
Now it’s chrome hearts, still duckin’ hope.
She sold dreams, I was buyin’ smoke —
Now I ghost quick, no horoscope.
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[Chorus – Repeats, but add more bounce]
FTB, I’m stamped, no kizzy,
Shorty move wocky, vibe too iffy.
I ain’t look back since she did me gritty,
Now I’m on timing — bag talk litty.
She fumbled real, now she chat like an opp,
Tryna spin back? That bridge got popped.
Money my main, my side, my top —
Everything else? Deaded. Blocked.
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[Verse 2 – More street-coded metaphors, harder slang]
She want closure? This ain’t no novel,
I flipped the page — now I’m viral.
She move like static, I keep it tribal,
Circle tight like knots in the Bible.
I was down bad, now I’m up and sturdy,
She threw shade, now I’m wipin’ dirty.
Money move clean, but I came from murky —
Still won’t trip on a treesh that curbed me.
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[Bridge – Smooth & slick, ready for TikTok edits]
She said I changed… fasho.
I leveled up — that’s growth.
Ain’t no “us,” just goals.
She in her feels — I’m in my mode.
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[Chorus – Final with tag outro]
FTB, I’m stamped, no kizzy,
Shorty move wocky, vibe too iffy.
I ain’t look back since she did me gritty,
Now I’m on timing — bag talk litty.
She fumbled real, now she chat like an opp,
Tryna spin back? That bridge got popped.
Money my main, my side, my top —
Everything else? Deaded. Blocked.
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[Outro – Spoken / off-beat]
No reruns.
No remorse.
No shorty’s worth this course.
FTB…
Gettin’ to it.
fkthatbtch
