FETTY GLOCK
(Not at the table Carlos)
Uh
Uh
Fetty Wap, big glock, Pop it's a face shot
Fetty Wap, big glock
Pop Out
Fetty Wap, big glock, Pop it's a face shot
We gon take his eye out with a chop in a tank top
I be sipping straight wok got a bottle of straight drop
Got the dope fiends crushing up blocks of the dank rock
Word to my mother I swear that I hate cops
Aye I just be counting them racks and I can't stop
If I step foot on the floor then the paint hot
I hit from the back got her pulling the cake out
Pulling the shank out
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Fetty wap I'm in the trap with a
Fetty wap I'm in the trap with a Trap queen
Pouring syrup we been sipping on codeine
Keep a strap we in the trap with the dope fiends
Now Yo bitch take xan bars nigga she off of four beans
Uh uh
Molly water got her feeling the
Molly water got her feeling the vibe
I swear the dope fiends need me to survive
You wanted beef be happy that you niggas alive
Plugged in I ain't cutting the ties
Oooh
Oooh
Fetty Wap pop out Glock with a chop out
Fetty Wap, Pop out
Fetty Wap, big glock, Pop it's a face shot
We gon take his eye out with a chop in a tank top
I be sipping straight wok got a bottle of straight drop
Got the dope fiends crushing up blocks of the dank rock
Word to my mother I swear that I hate cops
Aye I just be counting them racks and I can't stop
If I step foot on the floor then the paint hot
I hit from the back got her pulling the cake out
Pulling the shank out
10 Pounds Runtz I'm pullin the dank out
Uh
Uh
Fetty Wap, big glock, Pop it's a face shot
Fetty Wap, big glock
Pop Out
Fetty Wap, big glock, Pop it's a face shot
We gon take his eye out with a chop in a tank top
I be sipping straight wok got a bottle of straight drop
Got the dope fiends crushing up blocks of the dank rock
Word to my mother I swear that I hate cops
Aye I just be counting them racks and I can't stop
If I step foot on the floor then the paint hot
I hit from the back got her pulling the cake out
Pulling the shank out
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Fetty wap I'm in the trap with a
Fetty wap I'm in the trap with a Trap queen
Pouring syrup we been sipping on codeine
Keep a strap we in the trap with the dope fiends
Now Yo bitch take xan bars nigga she off of four beans
Uh uh
Molly water got her feeling the
Molly water got her feeling the vibe
I swear the dope fiends need me to survive
You wanted beef be happy that you niggas alive
Plugged in I ain't cutting the ties
Oooh
Oooh
Fetty Wap pop out Glock with a chop out
Fetty Wap, Pop out
Fetty Wap, big glock, Pop it's a face shot
We gon take his eye out with a chop in a tank top
I be sipping straight wok got a bottle of straight drop
Got the dope fiends crushing up blocks of the dank rock
Word to my mother I swear that I hate cops
Aye I just be counting them racks and I can't stop
If I step foot on the floor then the paint hot
I hit from the back got her pulling the cake out
Pulling the shank out
10 Pounds Runtz I'm pullin the dank out
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