Fetty lyrics

[intro]

Yeah
Yunno what the f*ck going on n*gga(straight up)
b*tch, ya dig (huh)
Ayy, ayy (look)

[hook]
I gotta get it, man I ain't got no choice I’m making that breadie. (No)
I'm grinding steady, I ain't getting no sleep I need all these fetty
Welcome to the party where we throwing up racks, we throw no confetti (cash)
Shawty gon buss it, do a split on the d yunno how I love it

[Verse 1]
Most of my n*ggas be taliban, they gon scare off your ass like the bogeyman
I’m the neighborhood shooter, like spiderman
Working hard cos a n*gga want the bands
I let my dogs of the leash (leash) Louis v up on my sleeves
Police can't stop I'm f*cking legit
These n*ggas too nosy, just gеt off my di*k
My trap moving steady bih I'm on a streak
Y'all be acting likе kids just get out my face cos you lame n*ggas weak
You ain't telling me money then I'm not tryna speak
My b*tches all bad they brown and unique
I swerve out the lot sleek like I'm reek
Girl stop all the talking and get on your knees
You f*ck my cash you gone gees (yeah)
Play with my money you get in trouble
When I beating up coochie I’m beating double or even triple, I ain’t doing single, they all wanna mingle, but I never mingle. I be soaring up high like a f*cking eagle
Ocho ciento n*gga I done made it double
I be out in the streets causing lotta troubles
With my goons n*gga we cause lotta troubles
Cop a new crib, cop a new whip, cop a new wrist, I want all that sh*t
Check out my clique, check out my bih , check out my wrist we overlit
I make em mad when I f*ck on they b*tches, last n*gga tried me got too many stitches
When i was broke n*ggas called me a leech
Now i pull up and show off these ice on my wrist

[hook]

I gotta get it, I ain't got no choice I’m making that breadie. (Huh)
I'm grinding steady, I ain't getting no sleep I need all these fetty(yeah)
Welcome to the party where we throwing up racks, we throw no confetti
Shawty gon buss it, do a split on the d yunno how I love it

[Verse 2]

Shawty wanna f*ck on the gang gang
Beat a Lil n*gga ass it's a gang bang
n*gga all about cheese I don’t play games
Hit a bih from the back didn't know her name
Young n*gga look fresh in these Balmains
Too cool for a fight on a cool day
Kick a bih out the house like liu kang
I got money on my head like a toupee. (Goddamn)
Patek freeze, reach for my arm you finna bleed
Got money infection, can't cure the disease
She don't wanna leave, I told her to strip
n*ggas be hating cos I got the keys
Stop that sh*t n*gga, you weak
I work over night, I'm getting no sleep
All work and no play we busy like bees (of course n*gga)
[hook]

I gotta get it, I ain't got no choice I'm making that breadie. (Huh)
I'm grinding steady, I'm not getting no sleep I need all these fetty(yeah)
Welcome to the party where we throwing up racks, we throw no confetti
Shawty gon buss it, do a split on the d yunno how I love it. I