The Prodigy - Fetty lyrics

[The Prodigy - Fetty lyrics]

Yeah yunno what the fuck going on nigga
(straight up) bitch, ya dig (huh)
Ayy, ayy (look)

I gotta get it, man I ain't got no choice
I’m making that breadie (No)
I'm grinding steady
I ain't getting no sleep I
Need all these fetty
Welcome to the party where
We throwing up racks, we throw no confetti
(cash) shawty gon buss it
Do a split on the d yunno how I love it

Most of my niggas be taliban
They gon scare off your ass like the bogeyman
I’m the neighborhood shooter, like spiderman
Working hard cos a nigga want the bands
I let my dogs of the leash
(leash) Louis v up on my sleeves
Police can't stop I'm fucking legit


These niggas too nosy, just gеt off my dick
My trap moving steady bih I'm on a streak
Y'all be acting likе kids just get out
My face cos you lame niggas weak
You ain't telling me money then
I'm not tryna speak
My bitches all bad they brown and unique
I swerve out the lot sleek like I'm reek
Girl stop all the talking and
Get on your knees
You fuck my cash you gone gees (yeah)
Play with my money you get in trouble
When I beating up coochie I’m
Beating double or even
Triple, I ain’t doing single
They all wanna mingle
But I never mingle i be soaring
Up high like a fucking eagle
Ocho ciento nigga I done made it double
I be out in the
Streets causing lotta troubles
With my goons nigga we cause lotta troubles

Cop a new crib, cop a new
Whip, cop a new wrist, i want all that shit
Check out my clique, check out my bih
Check out my wrist we overlit
I make em mad when I fuck on they bitches
Last nigga tried me got too many stitches
When i was broke niggas called me a leech
Now i pull up and show off
These ice on my wrist

I gotta get it
I ain't got no choice I’m making that breadie
(Huh) i'm grinding steady
I ain't getting no sleep I
Need all these fetty (yeah)
Welcome to the party where
We throwing up racks, we throw no confetti
Shawty gon buss it
Do a split on the d yunno how I love it

Shawty wanna fuck on the gang gang
Beat a Lil nigga ass it's a gang bang
Nigga all about cheese I don’t play games
Hit a bih from the back didn't know her name
Young nigga look fresh in these Balmains
Too cool for a fight on a cool day
Kick a bih out the house like liu kang
I got money on my head like a toupee
(Goddamn) patek freeze
Reach for my arm you finna bleed
Got money infection, can't cure the disease
She don't wanna leave, I told her to strip
Niggas be hating cos I got the keys
Stop that shit nigga, you weak
I work over night, I'm getting no sleep
All work and no play we busy like bees
(of course nigga)

I gotta get it
I ain't got no choice I'm making that breadie
(Huh) i'm grinding steady
I'm not getting no sleep I
Need all these fetty (yeah)
Welcome to the party where
We throwing up racks, we throw no confetti
Shawty gon buss it
Do a split on the d yunno how I love it i

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