Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fetti, artist - Future. Date of issue: 29.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fetti |
| Freebandz Sunny in this motherfucker |
| Original Black Migo gang |
| Yo Metro, yo Metro, yo Metro |
| Don’t make me go and get the Wraith |
| I’m tryna dodge another case |
| Order Ace of Spades by the case |
| Tell 'em shoot the nigga in his face |
| I keep a pack of wolves by the safe |
| I rob the bank, I’m goin' on a chase |
| I hear the styrofoam, they goin' crazy |
| I got my chains on, they like lasers |
| And you gon' make me go and get the carbon |
| And I was tacky back when I was starvin' |
| And I ain’t lookin' back with these fortunes |
| I’m pickin' up hella endorsements |
| My chain is yellow on yellow |
| My bitch, she’s yellow on yellow |
| In the kitchen remixin' this yola |
| They ran out of red, I’m drinkin' on yellow |
| Tell me you came with the 'fetti |
| Tell me you came with some 'fetti |
| Tell me you came with some 'fetti |
| Tell me you came with the 'fetti |
| Tell me you came with the 'fetti |
| Tell me you came with some 'fetti |
| Tell me you came with the 'fetti |
| Tell me you came with some 'fetti |
| 'Fetti, 'fetti, 'fetti, 'fetti |
| Reincarnated Makaveli |
| Audemars Piguet a presi (presi) |
| Presidential with a bezzy (bezzy) |
| And I’m sharper than a machete |
| I done made it, now I’m greedy |
| Takin' the codeine, it’s red |
| I shake it up in a Tahiti |
| 200 somethin' sittin' on the dash |
| The Bentley Spur makin' 'em crash |
| Sippin' codeine, rollin' grass |
| I don’t agree what you’re doin' |
| I don’t agree who you’re screwin' |
| I fucked around, opened a traphouse in Europe |
| I fucked around, throwed away all of my problems |
| They ran out of singles, I’m throwin' up hundreds |
| Tell me you came with the wax |
| Man, I’m about flippin' some stacks |
| Man, I’m about flippin' some racks |
| I had to flip me some racks |
| You can treasure and honor this |
| I’m the one breakin' my promises |
| I started losin' my conscience |
| We creepin' like Jeepers Creepers |
| That codeine is sleepy, sleepy |
| That codeine, it got us so sleepy |
| I’m plannin' on savin' my soul |
| Ain’t fuckin' 'round savin' no hoes |
| I burn up a zip, that’s a' O |
| You can smell all this weed on my clothes |