Latto, GloRilla, Gangsta Boo - FTCU lyrics

Man, I'm in the VIP
I done walked straight past you hoes
Bitch, you ain't see me? (da got that dope)
I ain't see you either, bitch

Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
I might stand up on your 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 off in your shit, you tryna mug us
(Bitch)

Tear the club down (Fuck it up)
Stomp a bitch out (Fuck it up)
Stand up in these new Bottega
Fuck your damn couch (Fuck it up)
Start a bottle war
These bitches barely keepin' 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 (Bitch)
Came in this bit' with a
Stick, don't at me, bitch
You know it's tucked (Brrt)
Hottest in my city, bitch
Me and these diamonds hit
Bet' not run up on Big Latto
Give no fuck about no image
Throw them ones, fuck that flow
Drag that bitch, fuck that ho (yeah, yeah)
You could get yo' ass beat up right
Here and take this shit to go
Throw them ones, fuck that flow
Drag that bitch, fuck that ho (Ayy, ayy)
And security can't even save yo' ass
They know I'm trained to go

Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
I might stand up on your shit
And fuck a dub up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
Fuck the club up (GloRilla)
I might go off in your shit, you tryna mug us
(Woo, hey hey)

I can't walk up in the club
If I ain't get that backend (Give me that)
They was at the club on live
We caught them bitches lackin' (Cap)
Eleven deep up in his booth, we posted like
"What's happenin'?" (What up?)
I pray to God a ho don't run up
All my bitches jackin' (Three thousand)
Ayy, I told them folks to Google me
Or somethin' 'cause I don't show ID (Nah)
And I don't give my number out in clubs
They gotta follow me (On IG)
Four cars 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)
Ayy, we in the club with drugs
We like a pharmacy (High as fuck)
Strictly popping off on bitches
We not arguin' (Why they do that?)
Walk up in your party, make
That bitch my party, ayy
(On the gang) and we just spiced it up
And got them bitches saucy (On the gang)

Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club up)
I might stand up on your shit
And fuck a dub up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club, man)
Fuck the club up (Fuck the club)
I might go off in 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 your shit
And fuck a dub up (Bitch)
Fuck the club up (yeah)
Fuck the club up (yeah)
I might go off in your shit, you tryna mug us
(yeah, ho)

(Fuck it up, fuck it up) fuck it up
Yeah, ho fuck it up