Chris Fresh - Fetti lyrics
[Hook: Playboi Carti] I just left Houston, I just left Earth Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt Got some hoes who gon' f** 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 faithce Fetti on Fetti on Fetti I can't go in, I ain't ready (x3) Fetti on Fetti on Fetti I can't go in, I ain't ready (x2) Fetti on Fetti [Verse 1: Da$H] I can't go in I ain't ready (x2) That drank on me heavy I can't go in I ain't ready (x2) Them pills kicking heavy I can't go in I ain't ready (x2) That 40 too heavy I can't go in I ain't ready (x2) Just count up my fetti So Yeah, So Mr. Never Lacking Bust a package, bills can get paid off of rappin' Still I keep to trappin' Used to hunnid sack it Now I f** a actress sh** I'm just thinkin how it happened Had to get explicit, had to make it listen Moving out them pounds, n***as started snitchin' Loading up them rounds, n***as started missin' Move it out of town, and Tommy Cruise the mission Converse with my addictions Don't talk I just listen Five d** that I'm mixin' Money only thing on my vision Infatuated with them semis and 'matics All of my n***as is thugs with some habits Like Ring on TV, we been with the static I f** on this b**h and she say she from Athens Opiated so I'm demonstrating my emotion less Got some real n***as quotin' this Got yo main b**h hoein', sh** Lost a few things as of recent Life is anything but decent Blow the re-up on my teeth Is the only time you catch me cheesin' [Hook] I just left Houston, I just left Earth Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt Got some hoes who gon' f** 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 faithce Fetti on Fetti on Fetti I can't go in, I ain't ready(x3) Fetti on Fetti on Fetti I can't go in, I ain't ready(x2) Fetti on Fetti [Verse 2: Maxo Kream] Shipping a pack and it's vacuum sealed 30 on 40, keep that concealed Just bought a pint, I'm a crack the seal Strap on my side like a Navy SEAL Three in the morning, we trapping still Matte black on rover, the bat mobile Don't trust that n***a cause he gon squeal Not buying sh** if the pack not sealed Im faded, I'm faded, off xannies I'm wasted My b**hes they nasty they s** it and taste it I'm short on my patience, I'm serving my patient I'm very impatient, little b**h come get naked Pack coming in but I don't need to weigh it Choppa en route I shoot once and you spraying Can't come in my trap the front door is gated My prices inflated, my plug name is David Dripping thru the city got a little b**h in Babee'Os f**ed me on the spot cause she heard me on the radio 3 b**hes run to me, that's a perfect ratio Don't wanna f** the ho, I just want fel**tio Let her play with the nut, put it in her booty hole Pop a couple pills and I beat it like a stereo Stuffed cup, backwoods, riding 'round, merry-go Cup need a oil change, Actavis I love to po' Hit a stain, hogging lanes, gripping grain getting throwed Leave you brains in the grain, you another John Doe No holds barred when you see me I let it go No mo' 'gars so we rolling up the fronto No mo 'gars cause we rollin out the fronto I'm in H-town, n***a, and I can never go [Hook] I just left Houston, I just left Earth Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt Got some hoes who gon' f** 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 faithce Fetti on Fetti on Fetti I can't go in, I ain't ready(x3) Fetti on Fetti on Fetti I can't go in, I ain't ready(x2) Fetti on Fetti