[Intro]
(Ooh, Rell)
Woo
[Chorus]
Shirt over my head while I'm mixin' up this fetti
Told my bitch I'm tryna have a threesome if she let me (Mwah)
In the club, I got ones rainin' down like confetti
They know my name from 7 Mile to Belle Isle like Pirelli (Like Pirelli)
Lobster with the steak on my plate, we don't fuck with shrimps (Fuck nah)
I'll go up top on— 'cause I don't fuck with them
She talk down 'bout her baby daddy, then go fuck on him (Fuck that nigga)
Bitches puttin' they hands on these bums, I don't be touchin' 'em (Nope)
[Verse 1]
I don't know wherе they pussy been, I don't be fuckin' 'em (Goofy)
Bitchеs call me boss, you can't call me by my government (Fuck nah)
My dog want a hundred zips, I hear dogs barkin' in my brain
Mixin' up, caught a drain (A drain), I think on racks, you hear my name (Fft)
Hundred racks on a chain, swear I can't find a flaw (Ice, ice, ice)
I pull up, they in awe
Ain't no more bottles in the bar 'cause we bought 'em all (Yeah)
Ain't no more fiends, we done dropped 'em all (Damn)
Boy, this that fetti, not no Tylenol
We say Mannie Fresh when we talkin' 'bout that mannitol (This that Mannie Fresh)
I don't know why I told you, you ain't never sold a gram at all (You ain't never sold shit)
(Stop playin' with a boss, bum)
Scored a triple-double in the streets, fuck some basketball
Got 'em for a discount price, come and grab 'em all (Go get 'em)
That lil' shit you spent on your chain, I spent that at the mall (That shit was light)
[Chorus]
Shirt over my head while I'm mixin' up this fetti
Told my bitch (What you tell her?), I'm tryna have a threesome if she let me (Mwah)
In the club, I got ones rainin' down like confetti
They know my name from 7 Mile to Belle Isle like Pirelli (Like Pirelli)
Lobster with the steak on my plate, we don't fuck with shrimps (Fuck nah)
I'll go up top on— 'cause I don't fuck with them
She talk down 'bout her baby daddy, then go fuck on him (Fuck that nigga)
Bitches puttin' they hands on these bums, I don't be touchin' 'em (Nope)
[Verse 2]
When they send that thousand percent, can't even touch the shit (I can't even touch it)
Damn near gotta have on two pair of them rubber shits
My bitch lookin' heaven-sent
Exactly like an angel in the flesh (Mwah), he OD'd off a test
That nigga should've wore a vest (Damn)
My lil' bitch got that fetti, when she suck it, it's the best (I swear)
I'ma keep it G, I can't let go of her neck (Never)
This that Fetty Wap, I got the power, seein' if they like it
I bet you find 'em in an hour, I really tried to warn 'em (Yeah)
I told 'em that this shit some power
After I'm done mixin' up, I gotta take a shower
Lil' stupid-ass nigga need to listen what I'm tellin' 'em (Shh)
I got this shit here from the cartel and 'nem (Yeah)
I had to meet 'em once, now it's on, they be mailin' 'em
The lil' bitch I'm with look heaven-sent, but she devilish (She a demon)
Paid thirty-two hundred for this medicine (For this Tris)
Trick pair of gloves while I'm mixin' up this fetty
Told my niggas (My niggas), "I'm finna go and slide, is you ready?" (Brrt)
If you lookin' for me, boy, I'm on 7 Mile and Kelly
Lil' bro 'nem smokin' on your mans, they say he reggie
[Outro]
Shirt over my head while I'm mixin' up this fetti
Told my bitch I'm tryna have a threesome if she let me
In the club, I got ones rainin' down like confetti
(Ooh, Rell)
Woo
[Chorus]
Shirt over my head while I'm mixin' up this fetti
Told my bitch I'm tryna have a threesome if she let me (Mwah)
In the club, I got ones rainin' down like confetti
They know my name from 7 Mile to Belle Isle like Pirelli (Like Pirelli)
Lobster with the steak on my plate, we don't fuck with shrimps (Fuck nah)
I'll go up top on— 'cause I don't fuck with them
She talk down 'bout her baby daddy, then go fuck on him (Fuck that nigga)
Bitches puttin' they hands on these bums, I don't be touchin' 'em (Nope)
[Verse 1]
I don't know wherе they pussy been, I don't be fuckin' 'em (Goofy)
Bitchеs call me boss, you can't call me by my government (Fuck nah)
My dog want a hundred zips, I hear dogs barkin' in my brain
Mixin' up, caught a drain (A drain), I think on racks, you hear my name (Fft)
Hundred racks on a chain, swear I can't find a flaw (Ice, ice, ice)
I pull up, they in awe
Ain't no more bottles in the bar 'cause we bought 'em all (Yeah)
Ain't no more fiends, we done dropped 'em all (Damn)
Boy, this that fetti, not no Tylenol
We say Mannie Fresh when we talkin' 'bout that mannitol (This that Mannie Fresh)
I don't know why I told you, you ain't never sold a gram at all (You ain't never sold shit)
(Stop playin' with a boss, bum)
Scored a triple-double in the streets, fuck some basketball
Got 'em for a discount price, come and grab 'em all (Go get 'em)
That lil' shit you spent on your chain, I spent that at the mall (That shit was light)
[Chorus]
Shirt over my head while I'm mixin' up this fetti
Told my bitch (What you tell her?), I'm tryna have a threesome if she let me (Mwah)
In the club, I got ones rainin' down like confetti
They know my name from 7 Mile to Belle Isle like Pirelli (Like Pirelli)
Lobster with the steak on my plate, we don't fuck with shrimps (Fuck nah)
I'll go up top on— 'cause I don't fuck with them
She talk down 'bout her baby daddy, then go fuck on him (Fuck that nigga)
Bitches puttin' they hands on these bums, I don't be touchin' 'em (Nope)
[Verse 2]
When they send that thousand percent, can't even touch the shit (I can't even touch it)
Damn near gotta have on two pair of them rubber shits
My bitch lookin' heaven-sent
Exactly like an angel in the flesh (Mwah), he OD'd off a test
That nigga should've wore a vest (Damn)
My lil' bitch got that fetti, when she suck it, it's the best (I swear)
I'ma keep it G, I can't let go of her neck (Never)
This that Fetty Wap, I got the power, seein' if they like it
I bet you find 'em in an hour, I really tried to warn 'em (Yeah)
I told 'em that this shit some power
After I'm done mixin' up, I gotta take a shower
Lil' stupid-ass nigga need to listen what I'm tellin' 'em (Shh)
I got this shit here from the cartel and 'nem (Yeah)
I had to meet 'em once, now it's on, they be mailin' 'em
The lil' bitch I'm with look heaven-sent, but she devilish (She a demon)
Paid thirty-two hundred for this medicine (For this Tris)
Trick pair of gloves while I'm mixin' up this fetty
Told my niggas (My niggas), "I'm finna go and slide, is you ready?" (Brrt)
If you lookin' for me, boy, I'm on 7 Mile and Kelly
Lil' bro 'nem smokin' on your mans, they say he reggie
[Outro]
Shirt over my head while I'm mixin' up this fetti
Told my bitch I'm tryna have a threesome if she let me
In the club, I got ones rainin' down like confetti
( DameDot )
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