FTP Lyrics by YG is latest English song with music also given by him. FTP song lyrics are written by YG himself.
FTP Song Detail
Singer: YG
Composer: YG
Lyrics by: YG
FTP YG
F— the police, f— the police
F— the police, f— the police
F— the police, f— the police
F— the police, f— the police
F— the police (F— ’em), f— the police
F— the police (F— ’em), f— the police
F— the police (F— ’em), f— the police
F— the police (F— ’em), f— the police
F— the police, that’s how I feel
Buy a Glock, break down the block
That’s how I feel (That’s how I feel)
Murder after murder after all these years
Buy a strap, bust back after all these tears
Mommas cryin’, how they gon’ heal? (How they gon’?)
How you would feel?
F— silence, speak up b—-, this s— ill
(Big-big) Big stick on me, y’all kill, we kill
Been tired, f— cardboard signs, we in the field
It’s the Ku Klux cops, they on a mission
It’s the Ku Klux cops, got hidden agendas
It’s the truth, I won’t stop
Open cases, police already hate me, why not
Make your rich-a– city look like trash (Look like trash)
To whoever make the rules, we need answers fast
Oh they mad, f— it, let’s make ’em mad (Let’s make ’em mad)
Without that badge you’s a b—- and a half
F— the police, f— the police
F— the police, f— the police
F— the police, f— the police
F— the police, f— the police
F— the police (F— ’em), f— the police
F— the police (F— ’em), f— the police
F— the police (F— ’em), f— the police
F— the police (F— ’em), f— the police
Protect and serve mean duck and swerve
Police pulled me over, I don’t stop, I’m scared (Scared)
F— 12, b—-, I got the nerves
F— 12, b—-, they get on my nerves (F— 12)
Ayy, f— pig, f— bacon (Bacon)
I don’t eat pork, I replaced it (F—, f—)
F— you and your slave s—
We supposed to be free like the Masons
I’m tired of being tired of being tired
I’m tired of being shot at like a opp
Callin’ all the foodies from the tribe
We on some f— the police s—, it’s the vibe
I hate when they handcuff me (Me)
Actin’ tought with a vest and a gun, he think he keen
I hate when they handcuff me
Actin’ tough, callin’ for backup, I think he weak
F— the police, f— the police
F— the police, f— the police
F— the police, f— the police
F— the police, f— the police
F— the police (F— ’em), f— the police
F— the police (F— ’em), f— the police
F— the police (F— ’em), f— the police
F— the police (F— ’em), f— the police
The Ku Klux cops, they on a mission
It’s the Ku Klux cops, got hidden agendas
It’s the truth, I won’t stop
It’s the-it’s the-it’s the truth I won’t stop
Protect and serve mean duck and swerve
Protect and serve mean duck and swerve
F— the police, that’s how I feel
F—-f—-f—, f— the police