Fetty

Lyrics: JonDior/Kyle Richh/Jenn Carter/TaTa/Javi Music: JonDior/Kyle Richh/Jenn Carter/TaTa/Javi [Intro:] Jondior [Chorus - Tata & Jenn Carter] 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 **** 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 [Verse 1 - Kyle Richh] 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 bеam on a drum Like if he slippin' we fill him with shots Hе got flocked now he poppin' his bottle Big 41 got the city on hots [Verse 2 - Tata] [?] 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 [Verse 3 - Jenn Carter] 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 ****, I cannot listen Like Casa hitting, might **** up my vision I don't give a **** I might it up and click it, damn [Chorus - Tata & Jenn Carter] 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 **** 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 [Verse 4 - Kyle Richh] 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

[Verse 5 - Tata & Jenn Carter] 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