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Lyrics of Fetti (feat. Da$H, Maxo Kream) by Playboi Carti,Da$H,Maxo Kream
Gas in my blunt
(I can′t go in, I ain't ready)
Lean in my cup, what the fuck?
What the fuck?
(Fetti on fetti on fetti)
Uh
(I can′t go in, I ain't ready, fetti on fetti)
(808 Mafia)
Moneybags, yeah, uh
Moneybags, nigga, uh
Fetti on fetti on fetti
Fetti on fetti on fetti
Fetti on fetti on fetti (Yeah, yeah)
(8-8-8-808 Mafia)
I just left Houston (Yeah)
I just left Earth (I did)
Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt (Yeah)
Got some hoes who gon' fuck (Yeah)
I′m still pouring up (Damn)
I can see in his face (See in his face), designer on my waist
Now you all in her face (Yeah)
That ho give me face (What?), that ho give me faith
Damn, that ho give me face
Uh, uh (Yeah, ayy)
Fetti on fetti on fetti (Ayy, ayy)
I can′t go in, I ain't ready (Ayy)
I can′t go in, I ain't ready (Ayy, yeah)
I can′t go in, I ain't ready (Yeah)
Fetti on fetti on fetti (Yeah)
I can′t go in, I ain't ready (Damn)
I can't go in, I ain′t ready (Yeah)
Fetti on fetti (Yeah)
I can′t go in, I ain't ready (808 Mafia)
I can′t go in, I ain't ready, that drank on me heavy
I can′t go in, I ain't ready
I can′t go in, I ain't ready, them pills kickin' heavy
I can′t go in, I ain′t ready
I can't go in, I ain′t ready, that 40 too heavy (Heavy)
I can't go in, I ain′t ready (Ayy)
I can't go in, I ain′t ready, just count up my fetti (So, yeah, so)
Mister Never-Lackin', bust a package
Bills can get paid off of rappin', still I keep to trappin′
Used to hunnid sack it, now I fuck a actress (Fuck)
Shit, I′m just thinkin' how it happened
Had to get explicit, had to make ′em listen
Movin' out them pounds, niggas started snitchin′
Loadin' up them rounds, niggas started missin′
Move it out of town and Tommy Cruise the mission (Yeah)
Converse with my 'dictions
Don't talk, I just listen (Just listen)
Five drugs that I′m mixin′
Money the only thing on my vision
Infatuated with them semis and 'matics
All of my niggas is thugs with some habits (Habits)
Like grandma TV we been with the static
I fuck on this bitch and she say she from Athens (Say she from Athens)
(808 Mafia)
Opiated so I′m demonstratin' my emotion less
Got some real niggas quotin′ this (Quotin' this)
Got your main bitch holdin′ shit (Holdin' shit, holdin' shit)
Lost a few things as of recent
Life anything but decent
When we re-up on my teeth it′s the only time you catch me cheesin′
It's Dolla
I just left Houston (Yeah)
I just left Earth (I did)
Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt (Yeah)
Got some hoes who gon′ fuck (Yeah)
I'm still pouring up (Damn)
I can see in his face (See in his face), designer on my waist
Now you all in her face (Yeah)
That ho give me face (What?), that ho give me faith
Damn, that ho give me face
Uh, uh (Yeah, ayy)
Fetti on fetti on fetti (Ayy, ayy)
I can′t go in, I ain't ready (Ayy)
I can′t go in, I ain't ready (Ayy, yeah)
I can't go in, I ain′t ready (Ayy ready)
Fetti on fetti on fetti (Yeah)
I can′t go in, I ain't ready (Damn)
I can′t go in, I ain't ready (Yeah)
Fetti on fetti (Yeah)
Shippin′ a pack and it's vacuum sealed (808 Mafia)
30 on 40, keep that concealed
Just bought a pint, I′ma crack the seal
Strap on my side like a Navy SEAL
Three in the morning, we trappin' still (Trap)
Matte black on rover, the Batmobile
Don't trust that nigga cause he gon′ squeal (Nah)
Not buyin′ shit if the pack not sealed (Don't want it)
I′m faded, I'm faded, off Xannies I′m wasted
My bitches they nasty, they suck it and taste it (Suck)
I'm short on my patience, I′m servin' my patient
I'm very impatient, lil′ bitch come get naked
Pack comin′ in but I don't need to weigh it
Chopper en route, I shoot once and shit sprayin′ (Pew-pew-pew)
Can't come in my trap, the front door is gated
My prices inflated, my plug name is David
Drippin′ through the city got a little bitch in Babee'Os
Fucked me on the spot ′cause she heard me on the radio
Three bitches, one of me, that's a perfect ratio
Don't wanna fuck the ho, I just want fellatio (Ah)
Let her play with the nut, put it in her bootyhole
Pop a couple pills and I beat it like a stereo (Ah)
Stuffed cup, Backwoods, ridin′ ′round, merry-go
Cup need a oil change, Actavis I love to pour (Drank)
Hit a stain, hoggin' lanes, grippin′ grain, gettin' throwed (808 Mafia)
Leave you brains in the grain, you another John Doe
No holds barred, when you see me I′ma let it go
No more 'gars so we rollin′ up the fronto (Fo, fo, fo, fo, fo)
No more 'gars 'cause we rollin′ out the fronto
I′m in H-Town, nigga, and I can never go
I just left Houston (Yeah)
I just left Earth (I did)
Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt (Yeah)
Got some hoes who gon' fuck (Yeah)
I′m still pouring up (Damn)
I can see in his face (See in his face), designer on my waist
Now you all in her face (Yeah)
That ho give me face (What?), that ho give me faith
Damn, that ho give me face
Uh, uh (Yeah, ayy)
Fetti on fetti on fetti (Ayy, ayy)
I can't go in, I ain′t ready (Ayy)
I can't go in, I ain′t ready (Ayy, yeah)
I can't go in, I ain't ready (Yeah)
Fetti on fetti on fetti (Yeah)
I can′t go in, I ain′t ready (Damn)
I can't go in, I ain′t ready (Yeah)
Fetti on fetti (Yeah)
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Jordan Terrell Carter, Christopher Lon Mccambry
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Fetti (feat. Da$H, Maxo Kream)
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