Fetty ft. Sotpe$o Lyrics

Back up in this bitch

Fuck you thought ho

All you rappers bone dry, and Stimmy he got the sauce ho

Me and Dilly run the flok, so you looking at the boss hoe

I need a Fat ass booty, a volleyball or lacrosse hoe And I'm still running laps dogs, keep

up

And I still can't hear what the fuck you was saying dawg, speak up

And I still got a couple bitches with me getting geeked up

And I'm still with my brother Peso, let him speak

Uh, got a bad lil Haitian mama, yes she cheeked up

Chilling in the crib, smoking on this reef up

Niggas acting like they can't hear me like I'm speaking tongue

Niggas playing with me cause I'm small, but I'm really not the one

Hold on wait a minute, Peso in this bitch again

Not to be fucked with, maybe you should tell your friends

Trying to run up some digits, so I can cop a Benz

Hold on, yeah, they see this money coming in

Now they trying to act like they my friends

Hater faking ass, snaking ass, flogent ass, little bitch

Fucking hating ass nigga, cause I'm on the way to get rich

Me and Stimmy in this bitch, and this shit not gonna switch

I just wanna be a rapper, all you do is wave glocks

Look I really put in work, that's why I'm hot and you not

And your girl a little slut, yeah she just slobber on my cock

Like all the motherfucking time, yeah I cannot get her off

Wanna be fatty but never wanna lose an eye

Wanna be fatty but never wanna lose an eye

Wanna be fatty but never wanna lose an eye

Yeah you all wanna be great but you never really try

Hold on wait a minute, Peso back in business

Stimmy back in business, tell em mind they fucking business

When the business is the business, yeah there ain't no way around it

I can tell you what you need, there's some money and a down bitch

Money and a down bitch, yeah guns, and some land ho

Off road trucks and a fuck ton of ammo

Yeah I rep where I am ho, I live in Missouri

Stimmy bout to get it in a minute, never worry

S.O.T. soon on top, shooting shots like curry

Byrd Flok, keeping all these bitches wet and pussies purring

Stimmy, yeah, we ain't done

Kill or be killed, that's the motto

Stimmy bout to hit it real big like the lotto

I'ma take lead but you do not have to follow

I might be down for the night but I'll be good by tomorrow

Stimmy rising up, I can't wallow in the sorrow

Why? Because no one fucking promised tomorrow

Yeah it's like that dog, no guts, no glory

Mind just got spilled on the track getting gory