Ftcu song lyrics penned by GloRilla, Gangsta Boo, Latto, ​d.a. got that dope, Crunchy Black, Juicy J, DJ Paul, Lord Infamous, Bobby M, music composed by ​d.a. got that dope, and sung by Latto, GloRilla, Gangsta Boo from the album L3* (2023).

Ftcu Lyrics

[Intro: Gangsta Boo]
Man, I'm in the VIP, 
I done walked straight past you hoes
b**ch, you ain't see me? (d.a. got that dope)
I ain't see you either, b**ch

[Chorus: Latto & Gangsta Boo]
f**k the club up (f**k the club up)
f**k the club up (f**k the club up)
I might stand up on your shit 
And f**k a dub up (b**ch)
f**k the club up (f**k the club up)
f**k the club up (f**k the club up)
I might go off in your shit, 
You tryna mug us (b**ch)

[Verse 1: Latto & Gangsta Boo]
Tear the club down (f**k it up)
Stomp a b**ch out (f**k it up)
Stand up in these new Bottega, 
F**k your damn couch (f**k it up)
Start a bottle war, 
These b**ches barely keepin' up (Yeah, ho)
Muggin' like they want some smoke,
But they ain't deep enough (They weak as f**k)
Young, ratchet, rich, and I'm rude as f**k, 
These b**ches know what's up (b**ch)
Came in this bit' with a stick, 
Don't at me, b**ch, 
You know it's tucked (Brrt)
Hottest in my city, b**ch, 
Me and these diamonds hit
Bet' not run up on Big Latto, 
Give no f**k about no image
Throw them ones, f**k that flow
Drag that b**ch, f**k that ho (Yeah, yeah)
You could get yo' ass beat up right here 
And take this shit to go
Throw them ones, f**k that flow
Drag that b**ch, f**k that ho (Ayy, ayy)
And security can't even save yo' ass, 
They know I'm trained to go

[Chorus: Latto, Gangsta Boo & GloRilla]
f**k the club up (f**k the club up)
f**k the club up (f**k the club up)
I might stand up on your shit 
And f**k a dub up (b**ch)
f**k the club up (f**k the club up)
f**k the club up (GloRilla)
I might go off in your shit, 
You tryna mug us (Woo, hey, hey)

[Verse 2: GloRilla]
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 b**ches 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 b**ches 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 f**k)
Strictly popping off on b**ches, 
we not arguin' (Why they do that?)
Walk up in your party, 
Make that b**ch my party, ayy (On the gang)
And we just spiced it up 
And got them b**ches saucy (On the gang)

[Chorus: Latto & Gangsta Boo]
f**k the club up (f**k the club up)
f**k the club up (f**k the club up)
I might stand up on your shit 
And f**k a dub up (b**ch)
f**k the club up (f**k the club, man)
f**k the club up (f**k the club)
I might go off in your shit, you tryna mug us
f**k the club up (f**k the club up)
f**k the club up (f**k the club up)
I might stand up on your shit 
And f**k a dub up (b**ch)
f**k the club up (Yeah)
f**k the club up (Yeah)
I might go off in your shit, 
You tryna mug us (Yeah, ho)

[Outro: Latto & Gangsta Boo]
(f**k it up, f**k it up)
f**k it up
Yeah, ho
f**k it up

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