Wit Da Fetti's, lll (feat. LottoVit)
Gang-gang
(Josh!)
It's part three like, it's part three like
(Grrah) Ayo lotto where the wetty's
and i'm still with the fetti's
Don't trip, bullets heavy
On the block and i'm toatin' on becky
On the block and i'm toatin' on semi's
With your bitch and she feeling real leggy
Throw shots then i'm throwing out plenty
Feel like harden shooting with a lefty
Try to run you get hit in ya spine
Moving tact so i stay with a nine
We outside nigga what's the vibes
On ya block and i'm blitzing for mines
If it's lit then it's lit
Send the addy i'm bending they strip
Niggas talk hot but they never did shit
Never did shit for they mans in a spliff
Like-like, They got put in they place
Relly got shot he got hit in his face
Caught em' again, made em say 40k
I got booked for the shooting then i beat the case
Like-like don't run don't trip, beam on a gun and i bet it won't miss
Like-like don't run don't trip, beam on a gun and i bet it won't miss
Like-like all these niggas is mad
See all my niggas we getting a bag
Niggas is broke, niggas is sad
Nigga this part three, nigga this the last
Said yo jay rilla we smoking ya dad
He got caught up in traffic, got hit in the back
And we up on ya block where y'all niggas at
Me and lotto two deep, pulling in all black
I been trapped in my mind and i been feeling stuck
And i said that i tried but it wasn't enough
And you dubbing ya call, that shit was a buss
Start dancing around, call it double dutch
I wanna love but the trust is a dub
When i think of you i don't need to rush
I'll never speak, gotta listen up
And i'll do this for them, give a fuck bout' a buck
You wanna try to miss up when it's stuck
And i'm Ku with the deuce stop testing ya luck
Shooting like giannis, i play with the bucks
When i was down no one gave a fuck
Now when i'm hurt, niggas showing me love
Like where was the love when i needed it most
No one was there when gate to the ghost, E to the R missing you the most
Now that you gone let your soul float
Like they not real, don't got time for no jokes
You seen me in person and lil nigga froze
If you wanna kill then do what you posed
Niggas be rapping, chatting for the clout
That boy a snitch looking like a clown
Him and his mans got dick in they mouth
Niggas some hoes never come around
If you say it's up then i bet it go down
If you got the knocka-knocka let me know
Cause i got a shotta-shotta with a pole
And that bitch going down to down to ya bros
Like really just gotta-gotta let me know
Is you with the beef or is you with the action
C got caught left in the past tense
See me in person niggas started chatting
When i see you in the open, with deuce i'ma clap em'
If i catch out west put em' to a backflip
Ballin' to hard thuggin' in the trap
Lotto with fetti and we running up a stat
All black ski'd down, too tact
Gang applied pressure gotta push back
Stuck in the cycle, i'm losing my mind
Life is too short stop wasting my time
Like nothin' sweet nothin' like a lime
Take another pill buggin' out my mind
And it start with the nine, first one move first one gon' die
Give a fuck bout' a knot
Hit em' point blank knock a nigga back shoot up at his eye
Grrah-grrah
Gang-gang (Like)
Grrah
Gang-gang (Like)
Gang-gang (Like)
(Grtt) Any drill that i did was a highlight
Been in the field they don't know about my life
Throw ten and i'll back out and throw five
Never on papers that's just cause i'm real right
And zay with the wetty's
Come through with the fetti's
And zay with the wetty's
Come through with the fetti's
Why niggas keep dissing
When i threw them shits wasn't missing
Never fumble i stay on my pivet
Feeling like dame when i shoot from a distance
Twenty-five shots i ain't talking bout christmas
Talk on the gang you get put on a hitlist (Like-like)
Talk on the gang you get put on a hitlist (Like)
It's red or the green light em like it's christmas
Red beam on a gun and you know i'm not missing
Green beam on a strap shooting from a distance
Shot at his back give a fuck bout' a witness
Sorry lil bitch took you from ya mistress
Going retarded i think that i'm trippin'
Knock down a chrome on ya zome
Better act like you know, give em down syndrome (Gang)
(Josh!)
It's part three like, it's part three like
(Grrah) Ayo lotto where the wetty's
and i'm still with the fetti's
Don't trip, bullets heavy
On the block and i'm toatin' on becky
On the block and i'm toatin' on semi's
With your bitch and she feeling real leggy
Throw shots then i'm throwing out plenty
Feel like harden shooting with a lefty
Try to run you get hit in ya spine
Moving tact so i stay with a nine
We outside nigga what's the vibes
On ya block and i'm blitzing for mines
If it's lit then it's lit
Send the addy i'm bending they strip
Niggas talk hot but they never did shit
Never did shit for they mans in a spliff
Like-like, They got put in they place
Relly got shot he got hit in his face
Caught em' again, made em say 40k
I got booked for the shooting then i beat the case
Like-like don't run don't trip, beam on a gun and i bet it won't miss
Like-like don't run don't trip, beam on a gun and i bet it won't miss
Like-like all these niggas is mad
See all my niggas we getting a bag
Niggas is broke, niggas is sad
Nigga this part three, nigga this the last
Said yo jay rilla we smoking ya dad
He got caught up in traffic, got hit in the back
And we up on ya block where y'all niggas at
Me and lotto two deep, pulling in all black
I been trapped in my mind and i been feeling stuck
And i said that i tried but it wasn't enough
And you dubbing ya call, that shit was a buss
Start dancing around, call it double dutch
I wanna love but the trust is a dub
When i think of you i don't need to rush
I'll never speak, gotta listen up
And i'll do this for them, give a fuck bout' a buck
You wanna try to miss up when it's stuck
And i'm Ku with the deuce stop testing ya luck
Shooting like giannis, i play with the bucks
When i was down no one gave a fuck
Now when i'm hurt, niggas showing me love
Like where was the love when i needed it most
No one was there when gate to the ghost, E to the R missing you the most
Now that you gone let your soul float
Like they not real, don't got time for no jokes
You seen me in person and lil nigga froze
If you wanna kill then do what you posed
Niggas be rapping, chatting for the clout
That boy a snitch looking like a clown
Him and his mans got dick in they mouth
Niggas some hoes never come around
If you say it's up then i bet it go down
If you got the knocka-knocka let me know
Cause i got a shotta-shotta with a pole
And that bitch going down to down to ya bros
Like really just gotta-gotta let me know
Is you with the beef or is you with the action
C got caught left in the past tense
See me in person niggas started chatting
When i see you in the open, with deuce i'ma clap em'
If i catch out west put em' to a backflip
Ballin' to hard thuggin' in the trap
Lotto with fetti and we running up a stat
All black ski'd down, too tact
Gang applied pressure gotta push back
Stuck in the cycle, i'm losing my mind
Life is too short stop wasting my time
Like nothin' sweet nothin' like a lime
Take another pill buggin' out my mind
And it start with the nine, first one move first one gon' die
Give a fuck bout' a knot
Hit em' point blank knock a nigga back shoot up at his eye
Grrah-grrah
Gang-gang (Like)
Grrah
Gang-gang (Like)
Gang-gang (Like)
(Grtt) Any drill that i did was a highlight
Been in the field they don't know about my life
Throw ten and i'll back out and throw five
Never on papers that's just cause i'm real right
And zay with the wetty's
Come through with the fetti's
And zay with the wetty's
Come through with the fetti's
Why niggas keep dissing
When i threw them shits wasn't missing
Never fumble i stay on my pivet
Feeling like dame when i shoot from a distance
Twenty-five shots i ain't talking bout christmas
Talk on the gang you get put on a hitlist (Like-like)
Talk on the gang you get put on a hitlist (Like)
It's red or the green light em like it's christmas
Red beam on a gun and you know i'm not missing
Green beam on a strap shooting from a distance
Shot at his back give a fuck bout' a witness
Sorry lil bitch took you from ya mistress
Going retarded i think that i'm trippin'
Knock down a chrome on ya zome
Better act like you know, give em down syndrome (Gang)
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