Lyrics Fortykay - Chetta

Fortykay

Tell a pussy boy
Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up, Pull up
Aye
Breaking bad, Breaking bad homie
Breaking bad homie
Boy you sad homie
Put a bag in your head homie
You a lil homie
Ima Grownie
You ain´t gotta know me
You ain´t gotta know me
Ima show me
Ima have to show you
Ima have to show you
Let you know me
Pop Three benzos
Feeling like the shit hoe
Give your bitch the biz tho
Let her sniff the disco
Im the only rapper
Crack your head like nabisco
Im the only rapper
Trapping taxing
What it hitting for
Double back around
Like to see em on the ground
Tell my main to hold it down
Now she ride with the pounds
Four pound on my hip
Ridding thru dogg pound
You can fucking get these hands
If you want it they come round
Ima dog, Ima dog
Let your ass fucking see
Ima woof, Ima woof
Yappa barking up a tree
Pull that choppa out the back
And let that bitch fucking ring
Pull that choppa out the back
And let that bitch fucking sing
Ima heart attack
Waiting to happen
Like bitch whats happening
Have lil mal go kill your family
I promise it d make me happy
If you see me pussy clap me
Im clapping back
At you bastards
My Glock is a fully plastic
Im plastered passing the package
Ima Walk away
Walk this way
Walk Walk
Walk this way
Talking this way
Boy you fucking know you lame
Ain’t got time for no games
You gone have to miss me
Ima
Breaking bad homie
Get a bag homie
Bitch you sad
Hoe you make me laugh
Boy you sad
Why you sad homie
Breaking bad homie
Break ya back homie
For the bag
Boy this shit a blast
Choppa dance
Break ya back homie
Breaking bad homie
Got a bag on me
All in cash
You gone make me blast
Thats your ass
Choppa dance homie
Breaking bad homie
Got it bad
You ain’t bad homie
Bouta put a bag on ya head
Break ya back homie
Walk, Walk
Walk This way
Walk, Walk
Walk this way
Walk, Walk
Walk this way
All these pussies
Make me laugh homie
Tommy in the trunk
Tell a bitch run it up
Hoes in the game
Tryna give me that love
I dont need no love
I dont really give a fuck
Pop another addy
You ain’t never adding up
Dripping sauce
All in your fucking mouth
All this clout
And im still up in the south
40K in the booth right now
Ive been high
Smoking on gorilla glue right now
I got purp on me
Percs on me
Who gone get this work for me
Tell ya bitch to twerk for me
She gone get this hurt
Ima dog, Ima dog
But you already know
Ima woof, Ima woof
Let this bitch fucking go
Lord Knows.
Lord Knows.
Lord Knows.
Make a bitch bite down on the floor
Make a bitch bite down on the floor
Let it go.