Fetti Lyrics

I keep pouring lean

Fetty on me like I'm fettuccine

Your lil bitch want to fuck but I don't know what that mean

ZaZa in the stu Glock got the beam

223'

Switched my style up we gone air out the scene

I be getting money let it pile up till it bust out the seam

All my lil rackies is up I' need a money counter machine

I be in the vip while your section boring

Scoring lean I poured a four got me walking

I threw them racks on the flooring

Only time Im on my phone when the money be talking

I woke up sipping muddy I get money then I repeat

Gripping techs fuck your life that's a easy delete

You can't get that hoe back now she belong to them streets

Thinking it's sweet my shooter gone shoot from the three

He gone put that boy face on a tee

Lil rapper boys want a verse it's 200k for the feat '

I be cold as fuck all ths ice on me'

I be in that four door wide body

They want to copy my style

Watch how I jump in the crowd