Curren$y & Freddie Gibbs - Fetti lyrics

rate me

Like, lumber jack vest and some ______ sweats

89 vets still rock the tape deck

Suckers are not livin'

They just wasting breathe

Summers pedal to the metal chasing debt

Off track placing bets collectin' checks

Draggin' that motherfuckin' money net

On to the next score and we aren’t finished countin' yet

Fuck it, store it in the floor conceal it in the ceiling

Park them cars behind my girl’s house

Tell her she ain't see shit

Nigga, we movin' like new apartment units

I'm just doin' my thing and hoes drawn to it

Bomb fluent in that money talk

Glass slippers before she can walk

Silver spoons fill her food for thought

Cinderella's prissy sisters would have pissed their pants to kiss her

Break it off on sight

She been gone all nigh

But she came back right

Tip toeing in the room

Trying not to wake me

Slipped 10 grand beneath my pillow

And whispered I love you, baby

Shit crazy but it makes perfect sense

Payin’ me to play her

But I shan't say I'mma pimp

Just a prolific playa with a gift

It’s in my nature to put that pressure on simps

Come off that paper

You don't know what to do with that shit

I can show you

I can grow you Into something much colder

We the highed-up title holders

Behold us

Behold us

These hoes know us

It's like the game show us

Yeah, dirty needle to the mainline

You can play kissy face with them bitches

Nigga, I tame mine

Strap her down with two bricks

And straight put that bitch on that train ride

If she ain't about that cheddar

I give these heffers no hang time

Like billy ho, tryin’ to reup on them pills and blow

Like I didn't come thru on the lexus vs and the benz on 20 inch rims before

I sellin’ them nothing

But killer I'm feelin’ like Pete villa in Cartier lenses ho

You surely gonna die, have you lived before?

Blew dope smoke on suede roofs

Through rolex on wood wheel

Two hoes next that room deal

Nigga cruise through to a cool meal

Stay in the streets not indicted

C-E- to the O my shit drop when I feel like it

Just call me Freddie Gordy on them 40s

I chamber block that ch-ch-ch-chopper thank the lordy

Got to strip these niggas bare cause bare essentials couldn't afford it

Fuck an album title, call my shit the coldest shit recorded

Shoot it smoke it snort it

Rollin’ dragging now everybody chasing

Gary in the 1980s everybody basin

Its dinner time and Shorty can't eat no books

He flippin' yay now

Gave him 100 years cause he Nino Brown of the playground

I swear to god my momma always told me there'd be days

Like smokin' dope and pouring Henny on my nigga grave site

And wonderin' who gonna raise my child if I get sprayed?

Light your boss up like your poppy and get paid

That pistol to your ribs

That box chevy them 373 gears

Chokes out the concrete

Shit spinning around me

Hit that weed and deliver a profound speech

Spoke with profound speech Speakin prolific

Smokin on blueberry like Halle head in the piffy

Bout to boomerang her eddie

I Billy Bob if she let me

Right on my living room floor

Cause these monster balls are so heavy

Under the living room floor

There lies trunk full of gold

If shit should ever go low

Then we will never go broke

Liquefy the assets, audio dope boy magic

Keep the Bentley console full of weed ashes

G-classes, glass feat leather under my ass cheeks

Talking about muscle cars Got a driveway full of athletes

Rapping like 1/2 the time I got 20 bands for the half-book

Keep it 100 solid

They straight shook they half crooks

Nigga, yeah, yeah

Fetti

That Fettucini was a