LYCRIS "Fetti" lyrics Playboi Carti Lyrics Escucha "Fetti" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) "Fetti" (feat. Da$H & Maxo Kream) [Playboi Carti:] Gas in my blunt (I can't go in, I ain't ready) Lean in my cup, what the fuck? What the fuck? (Fetti on fetti on fetti) Uh (I can't go in, I ain't ready, fetti on fetti) (808 Mafia) Moneybags, yeah, uh Moneybags, nigga, uh, fetti on fetti on fetti Fetti on fetti on fetti, fetti on fetti on fetti (Yeah, yeah) (808 Mafia) I just left Houston (Yeah) I just left Earth (I did) Lean in my cup Gas in my blunt (Yeah) Got some hoes who gon' fuck (Yeah) I'm still pouring up (Uh) I can see in his face (See in his face) Designer on my waist Now you all in her face That ho' give me face (What?) That ho' give me faith Damn, that ho give me face Uh, uh, fetti on fetti on fetti, uh I can't go in, I ain't ready I can't go in, I ain't ready I can't go in, I ain't ready Fetti on fetti on fetti I can't go in, I ain't ready I can't go in, I ain't ready Fetti on fetti [Da$H:] I can't go in, I ain't ready 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 kicking 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 (Yeah) I can't go in, I ain't ready, just count up my fetti (So, yeah, so) Mr. Never Lacking, bust a package Bills can get paid off of rapping, still I keep to trapping Used to hunnid sack it, now I fuck a actress (Fuck) Shit, I'm just thinking how it happened Had to get explicit, had to make 'em listen Moving out them pounds, niggas started snitching Loading up them rounds, niggas started missing Move it out of town and Tommy Cruise the mission (Yeah) Converse with my addictions, don't talk, I just listen (Just listen) Five drugs that I'm mixing, money 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 (She say she from Athens, 808 Mafia) Opiated so I'm demonstrating my emotion less Got some real niggas quoting this (Quoting this) Got your main bitch holding shit (Holding shit, holding 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 cheesing, it's Dolla [Playboi Carti:] I just left Houston I just left Earth Lean in my cup Gas in my blunt Got some hoes who gon' fuck I'm still pouring up I can see in his face Designer on my waist Now you all in her face That ho' give me face That ho' give me faith (Damn) That ho' give me face Fetti on fetti on fetti I can't go in, I ain't ready I can't go in, I ain't ready I can't go in, I ain't ready Fetti on fetti on fetti I can't go in, I ain't ready I can't go in, I ain't ready Fetti on fetti [Maxo Kream:] Shipping a pack and it's vacuum sealed 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 trapping still (Trap) Matte black on rover, the Batmobile Don't trust that nigga 'cause he gon' squeal (Nah) Not buying 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 serving my patient I'm very impatient, lil' bitch come get naked Pack coming in but I don't need to weigh it Chopper en route, I shoot once and shit spraying (Pew-pew-pew) Can't come in my trap, the front door is gated My prices inflated, my plug name is David Dripping 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, riding 'round, merry-go Cup need a oil change, Actavis I love to pour (Drank) Hit a stain, hogging lanes, gripping grain, getting 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 rolling up the fronto (Fo, fo, fo, fo, fo) No more 'gars 'cause we rolling out the fronto I'm in H-Town, nigga, and I can never go [Playboi Carti:] I just left Houston (Yeah) I just left Earth (I did) Lean in my cup Gas in my blunt Got some hoes who gon' fuck I'm still pouring up I can see in his face (See in his face, what?) Designer on my waist Now you all in her face That ho' give me face That ho' give me faith Damn, that ho give me face (Uh, uh) Fetti on fetti on fetti I can't go in, I ain't ready I can't go in, I ain't ready I can't go in, I ain't ready Fetti on fetti on fetti I can't go in, I ain't ready I can't go in, I ain't ready Fetti on fetti I just left Houston (I just left Houston), I just left Earth (I just left Earth), uh I just left Houston (I just left Houston), I just left Earth (I just left Earth), uh I just left Houston (I just left Houston), I just left Earth (I just left Earth), uh I can't go in, I ain't ready I can't go in, I ain't ready Fetti on fetti
the other remake of this beat got it so wrong man. this shit is wonderful to hear.
damn this shit actually accurate asf
Finally an accurate Fetti beat
Best song ever made
ty the sample sound right now
sensational
Faxx G
This the best one
LYCRIS
"Fetti" lyrics
Playboi Carti Lyrics
Escucha "Fetti"
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"Fetti"
(feat. Da$H & Maxo Kream)
[Playboi Carti:]
Gas in my blunt (I can't go in, I ain't ready)
Lean in my cup, what the fuck? What the fuck?
(Fetti on fetti on fetti)
Uh (I can't go in, I ain't ready, fetti on fetti)
(808 Mafia)
Moneybags, yeah, uh
Moneybags, nigga, uh, fetti on fetti on fetti
Fetti on fetti on fetti, fetti on fetti on fetti (Yeah, yeah)
(808 Mafia)
I just left Houston (Yeah)
I just left Earth (I did)
Lean in my cup
Gas in my blunt (Yeah)
Got some hoes who gon' fuck (Yeah)
I'm still pouring up (Uh)
I can see in his face (See in his face)
Designer on my waist
Now you all in her face
That ho' give me face (What?)
That ho' give me faith
Damn, that ho give me face
Uh, uh, fetti on fetti on fetti, uh
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
Fetti on fetti
[Da$H:]
I can't go in, I ain't ready
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 kicking 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 (Yeah)
I can't go in, I ain't ready, just count up my fetti (So, yeah, so)
Mr. Never Lacking, bust a package
Bills can get paid off of rapping, still I keep to trapping
Used to hunnid sack it, now I fuck a actress (Fuck)
Shit, I'm just thinking how it happened
Had to get explicit, had to make 'em listen
Moving out them pounds, niggas started snitching
Loading up them rounds, niggas started missing
Move it out of town and Tommy Cruise the mission (Yeah)
Converse with my addictions, don't talk, I just listen (Just listen)
Five drugs that I'm mixing, money 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
(She say she from Athens, 808 Mafia)
Opiated so I'm demonstrating my emotion less
Got some real niggas quoting this (Quoting this)
Got your main bitch holding shit (Holding shit, holding 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 cheesing, it's Dolla
[Playboi Carti:]
I just left Houston
I just left Earth
Lean in my cup
Gas in my blunt
Got some hoes who gon' fuck
I'm still pouring up
I can see in his face
Designer on my waist
Now you all in her face
That ho' give me face
That ho' give me faith (Damn)
That ho' give me face
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
Fetti on fetti
[Maxo Kream:]
Shipping a pack and it's vacuum sealed
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 trapping still (Trap)
Matte black on rover, the Batmobile
Don't trust that nigga 'cause he gon' squeal (Nah)
Not buying 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 serving my patient
I'm very impatient, lil' bitch come get naked
Pack coming in but I don't need to weigh it
Chopper en route, I shoot once and shit spraying (Pew-pew-pew)
Can't come in my trap, the front door is gated
My prices inflated, my plug name is David
Dripping 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, riding 'round, merry-go
Cup need a oil change, Actavis I love to pour (Drank)
Hit a stain, hogging lanes, gripping grain, getting 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 rolling up the fronto (Fo, fo, fo, fo, fo)
No more 'gars 'cause we rolling out the fronto
I'm in H-Town, nigga, and I can never go
[Playboi Carti:]
I just left Houston (Yeah)
I just left Earth (I did)
Lean in my cup
Gas in my blunt
Got some hoes who gon' fuck
I'm still pouring up
I can see in his face (See in his face, what?)
Designer on my waist
Now you all in her face
That ho' give me face
That ho' give me faith
Damn, that ho give me face (Uh, uh)
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
Fetti on fetti
I just left Houston (I just left Houston), I just left Earth (I just left Earth), uh
I just left Houston (I just left Houston), I just left Earth (I just left Earth), uh
I just left Houston (I just left Houston), I just left Earth (I just left Earth), uh
I can't go in, I ain't ready
I can't go in, I ain't ready
Fetti on fetti
ahh yes
reminds me of FTP by $uicideboy$
i wish chris travis would make a song to this fr