Fetty (feat. Tata)

(Jondior)

Shorty got wap like Fetty
Breadwinner, I love to get bready
They know my bop, Mr. Everything Deady
And shots to the eye, now he lookin' like Fetty, bitch

I be geekin', I tote on a what?
Shorty a thottie, she don't give a fuck
She be tweakin', she shakin' her butt
And that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run

He dumb, he a bot
Bitch on my body, she totin' my gun
You run, don't stop
You feelin' hot, you get sent to the sun

Grah, is you dumb?
I'm with the fours, and they ready to dump (straight away)
He can't run, it's a switch on my gun (they did)
PTSD from the shit that I done (grah, grah, grah)
Told-told Dre put the beam on a drum
Like if he slippin', we fill him with shots (damn, damn, damn)
He got flocked now he poppin' his bottle (bottle)
Big 41 got the city on hots

Like one-on-one, lil' bitch I'm on hots
And on bro, if I spot a opp, bet he get shot
W-We in the party, we 41 boppin', nigga (boom, boom, boom)
See a opp, he get parked, no lot (boom)
Like shoot a nigga, do it with precision
I got like four bitches, I'm feeling imprisoned (imprisoned)
Cartier glasses, 2020 vision (yes, yes)
Like, I don't politic with politicians

I'm in the club, do not pass me a shot, I already been sippin'
Pay the price or you gettin' evicted
Chops in the spot, so we gotta dismiss 'em
Grah, grah, grah-grah
40 gon' pop too loud, like fuck, I cannot listen
Like Casa hittin', might fuck up my vision
I don't give a fuck, I might it up and click it (damn)

Shorty got wap like Fetty
Breadwinner, I love to get bready
They know my bop, Mr. Everything Deady
And shots to the eye, now he lookin' like Fetty, bitch

I be geekin', I tote on a what?
Shorty a thottie, she don't give a fuck
She be tweakin', she shakin' her butt
And that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run

He dumb, he a bot
Bitch on my body, she totin' my gun
You run, don't stop
You feelin' hot, you get sent to the sun

Like, I can't fall, I'm not used to the love (my love)
Sippin' wocky, this shit got me weak (weak)
I'm-I'm feelin' faint, and my body is leanin' (leanin')
Seein' demons, I thought I was dreamin', grah
Like-like how you love me? You don't know the meanin' (bitch)
She don't love me, she wanna be rich, like
I cannot stress on a bitch (bitch like, what?)

Too-too deep, me and Sheik in they projects (projects)
I'm a rapper, but still in the field (I did)
I-I gotta stand on the shit that I started (started)
If you with me, you better be real (like what?)
Smoke-smoke za, I can't feel (like what?)
Like 30 on me, I can't get killed (grah, grah, grah)

I'm off a 30 clutching on my 30 (30)
Too many thooties, don't know who to pick
Like yeah, I'm sippin' on Sprite, but it's dirty (dirty)
Youngest stepper, they don't want me to win (don't want me to win)
Shorty playin', I'm texting her friend
She can tell I'm the shit, and she see that I'm lit
Like, everywhere I'ma go with a grip
Damn, I don't know when this shit gonna end



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Olatunde Fasheun, Jennifer Oghenekevwe Akpofure, Jonathan Aldana Giraldo, Liam Mathey, Zaire T Rivera
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