Fetty

Lyrics

[Intro] (MK, you like a wizard with this shit) Dog Shit Militia, man, gang, gang, you know what the fuck 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, nigga 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, fucked 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] Shit, I don't know, a whole lot Four burners in the whip, this bitch like a stovеtop She thought we was eatin' out, shе finna eat the whole cock 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 bitch, I'm tryna leave the bed broke Neck full of diamonds, but the Backwoods pearled up Bitch 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 bitch 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 Bitch 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 bitch, 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, fucked 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 shit)