Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fetti , by - Playboi Carti. Release date: 29.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fetti |
| I just left Houston, I just left Earth |
| Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt |
| Got some hoes who gon' fuck |
| I’m still pouring up |
| I can see in his face |
| Designer on my waist |
| Now you all in her face |
| That ho give me face |
| That ho give me faith (damn) |
| That ho give me faithce |
| Fetti on Fetti on Fetti |
| I can’t go in, I ain’t ready |
| I can’t go in, I ain’t ready |
| I can’t go in, I ain’t ready |
| Fetti on Fetti on Fetti |
| I can’t go in, I ain’t ready |
| I can’t go in, I ain’t ready |
| Fetti on Fetti |
| I can’t go in I ain’t ready |
| I can’t go in I ain’t ready |
| That drank on me heavy |
| I can’t go in I ain’t ready |
| I can’t go in I ain’t ready |
| Them pills kicking heavy |
| I can’t go in I ain’t ready |
| I can’t go in I ain’t ready |
| That 40 too heavy |
| I can’t go in I ain’t ready |
| I can’t go in I ain’t ready |
| Just count up my fetti |
| So |
| Yeah, So |
| Mr. Never Lacking |
| Bust a package, bills can get paid off of rappin' |
| Still I keep to trappin' |
| Used to hunnid sack it |
| Now I fuck a actress |
| Shit I’m just thinkin how it happened |
| Had to get explicit, had to make it listen |
| Moving out them pounds, niggas started snitchin' |
| Loading up them rounds, niggas started missin' |
| Move it out of town, and Tommy Cruise the mission |
| Converse with my addictions |
| Don’t talk I just listen |
| Five drugs that I’m mixin' |
| Money only thing on my vision |
| Infatuated with them semis and 'matics |
| All of my niggas is thugs with some habits |
| Like Ring on TV, we been with the static |
| I fuck on this bitch and she say she from Athens |
| Opiated so I’m demonstrating my emotion less |
| Got some real niggas quotin' this |
| Got yo main bitch hoein', shit |
| Lost a few things as of recent |
| Life is anything but decent |
| Blow the re-up on my teeth |
| Is the only time you catch me cheesin' |
| I just left Houston, I just left Earth |
| Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt |
| Got some hoes who gon' fuck |
| I’m still pouring up |
| I can see in his face |
| Designer on my waist |
| Now you all in her face |
| That ho give me face |
| That ho give me faith (damn) |
| That ho give me faithce |
| Fetti on Fetti on Fetti |
| I can’t go in, I ain’t ready |
| I can’t go in, I ain’t ready |
| I can’t go in, I ain’t ready |
| Fetti on Fetti on Fetti |
| I can’t go in, I ain’t ready |
| I can’t go in, I ain’t ready |
| Fetti on Fetti |
| Shipping a pack and it’s vacuum sealed |
| 30 on 40, keep that concealed |
| Just bought a pint, I’m a crack the seal |
| Strap on my side like a Navy SEAL |
| Three in the morning, we trapping still |
| Matte black on rover, the bat mobile |
| Don’t trust that nigga cause he gon squeal |
| Not buying shit if the pack not sealed |
| I’m faded, I’m faded, off xannies I’m wasted |
| My bitches they nasty they suck it and taste it |
| I’m short on my patience, I’m serving my patient |
| I’m very impatient, little bitch come get naked |
| Pack coming in but I don’t need to weigh it |
| Choppa en route I shoot once and you spraying |
| Can’t come in my trap the front door is gated |
| My prices inflated, my plug name is David |
| Dripping thru the city got a little bitch in Babee’Os |
| Fucked me on the spot cause she heard me on the radio |
| 3 bitches run to me, that’s a perfect ratio |
| Don’t wanna fuck the ho, I just want fellatio |
| Let her play with the nut, put it in her booty hole |
| Pop a couple pills and I beat it like a stereo |
| Stuffed cup, backwoods, riding 'round, merry-go |
| Cup need a oil change, Actavis I love to po' |
| Hit a stain, hogging lanes, gripping grain getting throwed |
| Leave you brains in the grain, you another John Doe |
| No holds barred when you see me I let it go |
| No mo' 'gars so we rolling up the fronto |
| No mo 'gars cause we rollin out the fronto |
| I’m in H-town, nigga, and I can never go |
| I just left Houston, I just left Earth |
| Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt |
| Got some hoes who gon' fuck |
| I’m still pouring up |
| I can see in his face |
| Designer on my waist |
| Now you all in her face |
| That ho give me face |
| That ho give me faith (damn) |
| That ho give me faithce |
| Fetti on Fetti on Fetti |
| I can’t go in, I ain’t ready |
| I can’t go in, I ain’t ready |
| I can’t go in, I ain’t ready |
| Fetti on Fetti on Fetti |
| I can’t go in, I ain’t ready |
| I can’t go in, I ain’t ready |
| Fetti on Fetti |