Fetti

Ghost Rarri music
Yeah yeah yeah
Count up the FETTI for all of my Niggas that's dead and gone
When I was locked in the cell
I did all my time alone
(Locked in the cell)
She wanna fuck me right now and I Give her the snake and im gone
Eyeballing the work I been trappin To long man a nigga jus don't be off Yeah

Gucci tennis shoes
All the money blue
Could tell that I ran it right up
(Racks)
Hungry nights where I was sleeping on the floor ain't nobody that'll Help Me up
Turn the back on me
Keep the blast on me
I been waitin for a nigga to set me Up
(Yeah)
Can't even lie I been fucking my Ex double back fuck around and wife Her
If my dawg say pop em then a nigga go pop em we ain't clowning round'
Yeah
If you my gang then you really my Brudda we down & out
Fifty on a ring then fifty on a chain Im drowning now
I'm wit lil 100 we ain't hitting no Mall just to browse around
If I fly in your city right now
Nigga be talk of the town
Said she wanna fly young nigga like me
Now shawty don't be touching the ground
Said he go flipping that work
That nigga there cap
He don't touch a pound
(Cap)
That nigga gonna cap his life
(Cap)
That nigga needa a cap and gown
(Oooohh)

Count up the FETTI for all of my niggas that's dead and gone
When I was locked in the cell I did all my time alone
(Locked in the cell)
She wanna fuck me right now I give her the snake and im gone
Eyeballing the work I been trappin to long man a nigga jus don't be off yeah
Gucci tennis shoes
All the money blue
Could tell that I ran it right up
(Oooohh)
Hungry nights where I was sleeping on the floor ain't nobody there to help me up
(Yea)



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Jean-louis
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