Fetch


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Yeah, uh, look

I had a stick in the Honda, back when I used to kick it with Shonda
Tiffany, Randa, Britney, Elanda, Trisha, Letania
I used to stare at the pistol and ponder, a mission for commas
Now I can double and triple the dollars, so listen the trauma
I got the blick in the just to visit my mama
I'm addicted to bitches and drama, liquor and ganja
Cut off a freak, I don't lose sleep, damn, this nigga a monster
Big boy Jeep when I beep-beep, I got this in and a Tonka

Yeah, fetch it (Fetch it)
Go get the dough and then stretch it (Stretch it)
Pull up me, don't even test it (Test it)

Yeah, fetch it (Fetch it)
Go get the dough and then stretch it (Stretch it)
Pull up me, don't even test it (Test it)

Young nigga's finna run his stats up
I'ma mismatch in any matchup
Let the shit clap 'em, nigga, act up
When it kickback, they callin' backup
Blew a big sack then ran it back up
All these niggas raps full of cap, bruh
Talkin' on my back 'cause I'm Black, bruh?
Hardest on the map, that's a fact, ugh
East is where he be rappin', I just dropped a thirty on VVS's
I don't flock to these birdies, won't see me stressin'
Get to jottin' these verses, like nah, ugh
Versus droppin' these niggas like DDT's
I'm a young nigga came up on EBT
With that BDB's, now my TV's more vivid than DVD's
Nothin' ain't seein' me, uh

Yeah, fetch it (Fetch it)
Go get the dough and then stretch it (Stretch it)
Pull up me, don't even test it (Test it)

Yeah, fetch it (Fetch it)
Go get the dough and then stretch it (Stretch it)
Pull up me, don't even test it (Test it)