Fetty lyrics

by

StanWill


[Intro]
(MK, you like a wizard with this sh*t)
Dog sh*t Militia, man, gang, gang, you know what the f*ck goin' on
(Me and Brando, we are on it)
Draggin' body bags, I don't shop petty
Flash beam, thirty round, I don't Glock petty, n*gga
Come on

[Chorus]
At Somerset draggin' body bags, I don't shop petty
Flash beam, thirty round, I don't Glock petty
Probably scammed your granny, f*cked around and got Betty
You can't hit none of my hoes, they know you ain't got fetti
Bape trucker cap, Chrome Heart t-shirt
He don't never step, must not know how feet work
Catch him on the clock, he ain't finna leave work
Snakeskin Mike Amiris, they like, "What your jeans worth?"

[Verse]
sh*t, I don't know, a whole lot
Four burners in the whip, this b*tch like a stovеtop
She thought we was eatin' out, shе finna eat the whole c*ck
Shawn Michaels at his venue, I'll get the show stopped
I would say that he a burger, he ain't got no bread though
If you ain't tryna give it to me, what you got a head for?
Be done fried him like an omelet, Glock'll spill his egg yolk
All-nighter with your b*tch, I'm tryna leave the bed broke
Neck full of diamonds, but the Backwoods pearled up
b*tch head fire, she got every toe curled up
Two liter pop with a lil' Wock' swirled up
Taught unky how to scam, he done put the girl up
Boy, keep a rocket, I'll send his ass to the atmosphere
Made a dub in the O, ballin' like a Cavalier
If you see us at the function, you know we got straps in here
Huh, two hundred dollar lunch today
I'll pause his ass with the Glock, I ain't come to play
Gang blowin' 'Woods back to back to back, he might as well throw his lungs away
Boy, my b*tch got a bag, I ain't talkin' 'bout her purse though
Pop you with a thirty, I ain't talkin' 'bout no Perc' though
AF1s a hundred, spent a couple on the shirt though
b*tch head was breathtakin', I can't even speak (Damn)
All this za smoke around, I can't even blink
Somewhere gettin' to a bag, I can't even sleep
Bought Dior for my b*tch, I can't even Pink
Boy, you better not even think we ain't strapped
I ain't got no tender love when I creep with the strap
Need a snorkel where I'm from, boy, you would sink where I'm at
Hundred-dollar appetizers, you can't eat where I'm at, no cap
[Chorus]
At Somerset draggin' body bags, I don't shop petty
Flash beam, thirty round, I don't Glock petty
Probably scammed your granny, f*cked around and got Betty
You can't hit none of my hoes, they know you ain't got fetti
Bape trucker cap, Chrome Heart t-shirt
He don't never step, must not know how feet work
Catch him on the clock, he ain't finna leave work
Snakeskin Mike Amiris, they like, "What your jeans worth?"

[Intro]
(Me and Brando, we are on it)
(MK, you like a wizard with this sh*t)
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