Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Time to Check My Fetty , by - Mr.serv OnRelease date: 28.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Time to Check My Fetty |
| Huh, it’s like this here player, ain’t no rules in the ghetto |
| It ain’t really 'bout the dollar value, it’s 'bout the principle |
| A life ain’t worth nothing, any nigga come shizz out on mine |
| You hear what I’m saying? |
| I’m gonna handle that |
| I’m gonna show these motherfuckers, I ain’t playing |
| That’s the American way, I mean I’m kicking up crack houses |
| Knocking motherfucking doors in, 'cause I gotta get mine |
| Time to get your fetty, get your paper |
| Come short with the cream we going take you |
| Time to get your fetty, get your paper |
| Come short with the cream we going take you |
| Went half on a key with my partner Mr. Serv On |
| Eighteen oz’s add up, nigga that’s half home |
| Open up shop on six and Berone street |
| The fiends walking around, every nigga out there know me |
| Hear them on the beeper, nigga, it’s on |
| I done sold sixteen, I’m on my way home |
| Two came up short, somebody must be smoking |
| P grabbed that age K, nigga we ain’t joking |
| Bullets got no dis name, a pound and back of that good cain |
| 1997, the dope game |
| Some call me Frank Nitty 'cause I ain’t taking no shorts |
| I’m aiming that beam at your motherfucking heart |
| Let the windows down on my green Eddie Bauer |
| A 187 for this crystal white powder |
| So Serv On, cut those lights off and creep |
| That’s when we put them cockroaches to sleep |
| Cruise up drive to errata to the 3rd ward |
| Professional execution, fuck a murder charge |
| Time to get your fetty, get your paper |
| Come short with the cream we going take you |
| Time to get your fetty, get your paper |
| Come short with the cream we going take you |
| Time to get your fetty, get your paper |
| Come short with the cream we going take you |
| Time to get your fetty, get your paper |
| Come short with the cream we going take you |
| I’m paranoid, I can’t sleep, I think my phone tapped |
| Rest in peace little Jacob in the calliope got kidnapped |
| Now I’m tripping on shit, I ain’t slipping on shit |
| We carry gats and shit, bulletproof vests in case niggas talking shit |
| Wanna creep up on us killers, drug dealers |
| Ghetto millionaire where niggas and bitches feel us |
| Fake niggas step back, jackers meet my chrome gat |
| They kill my cousin fulling ghosts his never come back |
| It’s an eye for an eye in this dope game |
| Niggas are losing their life living that heroin and cocaine |
| I trust nobody but my nickel plated Nino |
| Have you seen her, fuck with my greens nigga you going meet her |
| Meet your maker, one way ticket to Jamaica |
| Now your bitch with me, and I’m a fuck her, then break her |
| Ain’t no rules in this dope game |
| But don’t get high on your own supplies, man |
| But if you fuck with soldiers you coo coo for cocoa puffs |
| Cause niggas in my hood losing their life for furl and cooked rocks |
| Time to get your fetty, get your paper |
| Come short with the cream we going take you |
| Time to get your fetty, get your paper |
| Come short with the cream we going take you |
| Hit the block in the purple caddy, got you bitches calling me daddy |
| Got some mountains in the trunk, nigga they going faster |
| So what the fuck you want? |
| Slanging them green birds and lemon drops |
| Pop a pound of that Cali green serving fiends |
| Got 'em fat like fifties, which one of you niggas trying to short me |
| Big Mo take me to the calliope, so I can see Slim |
| Hit the desert eagle and pay these bitches like a candy painted regale |
| Now I’m ready to set shop like Buggsy Seagel |
| On the parkway you bitches gonna die my way |
| Call my nigga Cujo, it’s going down, check my fetty nigga |