Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fortykay, artist - Chetta. Date of issue: 07.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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. |