FTC (Fucked the Club) Video (MV)

Where your hits man, You got a Hit do ya?
Man f*ck you bitch

F*ck the club F*ck the club, I don't need a hit nigga f*ck the club
F*ck the club F*ck the club, I don't need a hit nigga f*ck the club
You want a club banger, nigga here you go
Ain't changing, got be the same nigga before
F*ck the club F*ck the club, I don't need a hit nigga f*ck the club
F*ck the club F*ck the club, I don't need a hit nigga f*ck the club

Bitch Im Bradly Stover, nigga you ain't know
So many styles, man I don't know which one to do
Say I need a hit, these niggas can suck my dick
Self- made nigga, what make you think I'ma switch
(Never)
Not for nobody man f*ck it man (never), and thats for everybody
And thats on broke, man don't take me for joke cause I might got spaz out
One to the face guarantee yo ass knock out
You ain't gotta sign me, cause my nigga Im got eat
Cause I don't need you, yea niggas gone need me
One day you silly mother f*ckers gone see, that Charles Bradly Stover he a mother f*cking beast

F*ck the club F*ck the club, I don't need a hit nigga f*ck the club
F*ck the club F*ck the club, I don't need a hit nigga f*ck the club
You want a club banger, nigga here you go
Ain't changing, got be the same nigga before
F*ck the club F*ck the club, I don't need a hit nigga f*ck the club
F*ck the club F*ck the club, I don't need a hit nigga f*ck the club

I can never be no industry ass rap nigga, lying perpatrating acting like a trap nigga
Oh you bricks in the kitchen thats cool, well thats crazy thought I seen yo ass in school
O lying ass nigga eat a dick you niggas make me sick
All that dirt in ya records and you do none of it
I walk around the club, f*ck everybody
Bitch Stover the 3rd, I am not like anybody
(Who this nigga PDP man)
These days Im tryna get paid, its just my ambition I'm on a new wave
I told my nigga PDP that we rocking, they still gone play me in the club because Im knocking
Can't see Im the shit, mother f*cker I am it
Bow down later, or you haters slit yo wrist
Oops Im sorry, Im sorry for my arrogance
But bitch I'm me nigga I ain't gotta make sense

R.I.P. I just Body, F*ck the club and everybody
R.I.P. I just Body, F*ck the club and everybody
And I don't need you niggas, I don't need you hoes
I don't need a record label please tell em no
(Sorry)
And I don't need you niggas, I don't need you hoes
I don't need a record label please tell em no
(I really don't tho)

F*ck the club F*ck the club, I don't need a hit nigga f*ck the club
F*ck the club F*ck the club, I don't need a hit nigga f*ck the club
You want a club banger, nigga here you go
Ain't changing, got be the same nigga before
F*ck the club F*ck the club, I don't need a hit nigga f*ck the club
F*ck the club F*ck the club, I don't need a hit nigga f*ck the club