Fetti

I was the cruisin down the street
Scraping savage
Yo bitch yeah she average
My bitch yeah she bad bitch
Mobbing something clean its stupid clean I'm in a limousine

I cant trust a thing that's why I keep a
Thing up wit the beam

Puffin dope choo choo train
Hop out like its birthday
Masked up like friday
She text me like okay
Surprised her like oh no
Hot nigga bussin out the frame its fuck these fake hoes

Mr. fetti fetti fetti need some more
Im at the door
I got the top down puffin muscle
Blowing out the O
Fuck a PO
Free my nigga 9 chasing c notes
My brother we drip drown
Know niggas that clip rounds
Stomped him in red bottoms
Nigga fuck the feds
Got the slugs in mouth like I'm chewin on some led
Got 6 hunnid on the beat ima leave you niggas fed
Got your bitch in the back and she want to give some head
I know

But I'm knocking at your door
Stop drop and roll for my nigga that's going to blow

All them niggas fake
I put my heart up in this shit
I taught some bricks on how to flip
I had the cast up on the wrist

She want a winner
Thats right answer bitch

She sucking on my dinob
How i like it bitch

Im smoking on some killer
Freddy jason shit

I need a hundred billion
Yeah I'm chasin chick



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Writer(s): Isaiah Chambers
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