Fetty
Jondior
Shorty got wap like Fetty
Breadwinner, I love to get bready
They know my bop Mr. EverythingDeady
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
Graah, is you dumb?
I'm with the 4s and they ready to dump
He can't run it's a switch on my gun
PTSD from the shit that I done
Told-told Dre put the beam on a drum
Like if he slippin' we fill him with shots
He got flocked now he poppin' his bottle
Big 41 got the city on hots
bitch I'm on hots
And on bro if I spot a opp, bet he get shot
We in the party we 41 boppin' nigga
See a opp he get parked, no lot
Like shoot a nigga, do it with precision
I got like 4 bitches I'm feeling imprisoned
Cartier glasses, 2020 vision
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 getting evicted
Chops in the spot so we gotta dismiss em'
Grah, Grah, Grah
.40 gon' pop too loud like fuck, I cannot listen
Like Casa hitting, 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. EverythingDeady
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
Sippin' wocky, this shit got me weak
I'm-I'm felling faint, and my body is leaning
Seeing demons, I thought I was dreaming, graah
Like-like how you love me? You don't know the meaning
She don't love me, she wanna be rich, like
I cannot stress on a bitch
Two-two deep, me and Sheik in they projects
I'm a rapper but still in the field
I-I gotta stand on the shit that I started
If you with me you better be real
Smoke-smoke za, I can't feel
Like .30 on me, I can't get killed
I'm off a 30 clutching on my .30
Too many thooties, don't know who to pick, like
Yeah I'm sippin' on sprite but it's dirty
Youngest stepper they 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 imma go with a grip
Damn, I don't know when this shit gonna end
