Letra de Fetty - 44

(Feat. Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter, TaTa)

(Jondior)

Shorty got wap like Fetty

Breadwinner, I love to get bready

They know my bop, Mr. Everything Deady

And shots to the eye, now he looking like Fetty, bitch

I be geeking, I tote on a what?

Shorty a thottie, she don't give a fuck

She be tweaking, she shaking her butt

And that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run

He dumb, he a bot

Bitch on my body, she toting my gun

You run, don't stop

You feeling hot, you get sent to the sun

Grrah, is you dumb?

I'm with the 4s and they ready to dump (Like, what?)

He can't run, it's a switch on my gun (Like, damn)

PTSD from the shit that I done

Told-told Dre, "Put the beam on a drum"

Like, if he slipping, we fill him with shots

He got flocked, now he popping his bottle

Big 41, got the city on hots

Like, one-on-one, and lil' bitch, I'm on hots

And on bro if I spot a opp, bet he get shot

We in the party, we 41 Bopping, nigga

See a opp, he get parked, no lot

Like, shoot a nigga, do it with precision

I got like four bitches, I'm feeling imprisoned

Cartier glasses, 20/20 vision

Like, I don't politic with politicians

I'm in the club, do not pass me a shot, I already been sipping

Pay the price or you getting evicted

Chops in the spot, so we gotta dismiss 'em, grrah, grrah, grrah

.40 gon' bark too loud, like, fuck, I cannot listen

Like, Casa' hitting, might fuck up my vision

I don't give a fuck, I might it up and click it, damn

Shorty got wap like Fetty

Breadwinner, I love to get bready

They know my bop, Mr. Everything Deady

And shots to the eye, now he looking like Fetty, bitch

I be geeking, I tote on a what?

Shorty a thottie, she don't give a fuck

She be tweaking, she shaking her butt

And that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run

He dumb, he a bot

Bitch on my body, she toting my gun

You run, don't stop

You feeling hot, you get sent to the sun

Like, I can't fall, I'm not used to the love

Sipping Wocky, this shit got me weak

I'm-I'm felling faint and my body is leaning

Seeing demons, I thought I was dreaming

Grrah, 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 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

I'm off a .30, clutching on my .30

Too many thooties, don't know who to pick

Like, yeah, I'm sipping on sprite, but it's dirty

Youngest stepper, they don't want me to win

Shorty playing, I'm texting her friend

She can tell I'm the shit and she see that I'm lit

Like, everywhere I'ma go with a grip

Damn, I don't know when this shit gonna end

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