A.P. Black - Fuck the Labels (F.T.L) Lyrics

Love them down ass bitches from the ghetto
Got Celine on her arm holdin' metal
Or a girl who's down to ride from Ladera
She bout that paper wanna be a millionaire (oh yeah)
Oh yeah we can move quick, I ain't exclusive
I don't need you askin' questions every time I move babe
Yeah I got a new chick, we just be crusin
She wanna vibe, smoke, listen to some music, alright

Ftl, ftl, ftl, yeah
Ftl, ftl, ftl, yeah
Ftl, ftl, ftl, yeah
Ftl, ftl, ftl, yeah

Now you know I got a girl and some more shit
Now you trippin cause I dip before the mornin
It'd be different if you knew I wasn't on it
Now you goin thru my phone like its our shit
Ask me questions, catch me lyin' that's some opp shit
You get mad, I be leavin' when you pop slick
Grab my shoes, close the door that's a drop kick
I'll be damned cause I ain't your only option

Ftl, ftl, ftl, yeah
Ftl, ftl, ftl, yeah (you don't need a man you do it for yourself)
Ftl, ftl, ftl, yeah
Ftl, ftl, ftl, yeah yeah(I can't keep you baby, I know you too well, yeah)
(You know what it is yeah yea
FTL yeah yeah yeah yeah and you always tryna play me close...)