Lyrics 679 - Fetty Wap, Monty

679

Yeah baby, 17
(Remy Boyz lifestyle)
Ay, ay look
Baby girl, you’re so damn fine though
I’m tryna know if I could hit it from behind though
I’m sipping on you like some fine wine though
And when it’s over, I press rewind though
You talking bands, girl, I got it
Benjamins all in my pocket
I traded in my trues for some robins
He playing Batman, Fetty’s gon' rob him
I got a Glock in my 'rari, 17 shots, no 38
I got a Glock in my 'rari, 17 shots, no 38
I’m like, yeah, she’s fine
Wonder when she’ll be mine
She walk past, like press rewind
To see that ass one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No hood gang control us
Ay, yeah baby
Tell me what you see
Is it money or it’s me?
I smoke twenty, smell the weed
I got hunnies in my V
They like, Monty, can you be my baby daddy, I’m like yeah
I got robins on my jeans, you see the wings on every pair
All you see is Remy Boyz, you know my niggas everywhere
And if somebody got a problem, we could meet up anywhere
Now go say some
Don’t you niggas play dumb
You know where we came from
You don’t want sauce, no A1
Ay, they think they know us
They can’t control us
Man I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz they know us
679 this is Zoo year baby
Monty and the Zoovier baby
ZooGang, all my zoo near baby, yeah baby
A thousand on my shoes when I walk through baby
10.5 for a walkthrough baby
ZooGang you know my whole zoo near
And baby I’m Zoovier
ZooWap, Monty
Zoowap, Monty
Yeah baby, Remy Boyz