FETTI (ray.mix) Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Hop in the 'Vette I'm ready

My boy in the beamer with fetti

Fetti on fetti on fetti

Murder on his mind like Melly

He can't go in

I can go in

He can't go in

So imma spazz

I'm on their ass

How many times have you kicked back?

Pulled up and shut down the kick back?

All of my demons is with that

But you know I am not with that

I'm on a different timing

Pull up my pieces designer

Pull up my bitch is just finer

She play with rocks like a climber

Play with her nose like a Jackson

She sucked my dick and said "I'm 'bout that action"

I ain't know shawty was BDA

Knew she was friends with the TSA

That's why I got Cali at Texas State

Why I get high as Empire State

Why I get high as Empire State?

Pull up and splash with the fade away

Hop in the 'Vette I'm ready

My boy in the beamer with fetti

Fetti on fetti on fetti

Murder on his mind like Melly

He can't go in

I can go in

He can't go in

So imma spazz

You got bags? Okay

You pop tags? Okay

You got bags? Okay

You pop tags? Okay

I seen that cash flow then go

Sat back, count up bank rolls

Honey buns stacked up on the floor

Ain't even got no couch though

Smoking on Fidel's it's not Castro

Got her lubed up all natural

And that pussy wet like a swimming pool

So I worked on my backstroke

Wearing Bob the Builder in my baby pictures

Cause I been building these new scriptures

And I heard that you wanna come back

But I'm sorry dude, we ain't missed you