Fetti (Explicit)

Fetti (Explicit) - Curren$y/Freddie Gibbs

Like lumber jack vest and some Bape sweats

89 Vette still rock the tape deck

Suckas ain't livin' they just wasting breath

Summers pedal to the metal chasing debt

Off track placing bets collecting checks

Draggin' that motherf**kin' money net

On to the next score

And we ain't finish counting yet

F**k it store it in the floor conceal it in the ceiling

Park them cars behind my girl house

I tell her she ain't see sh*t

Ni**a 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

Woulda pissed their pants to kiss her

Break it off on sight she been gone all night

But she came back right

Tip toeing in the room tryna not to wake me

Slipped 10 grand beneath my pillow

And whispered I love you baby

Sh*t crazy but it make 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 sh*t

I can show ya I can grow ya

Into something much colder

We the highed-up title holders behold us

Behold us

These hoes know us

It's like the game chose us

(That ni**a Tarantino flow)

(You know what I'm sayin' )

Yeah dirty needle to the mainline

You can play kissy face with yo b**ches ni**a

I tame mine

Strap her down with two bricks

And straight put that b**ch on that train ride

If she ain't about that cheddar

I give these heffers no hang time

Like Billy Hoyle tryna re-up on them pills and blow

Cleaner than Sidney Deane

That white gon jump this sh*t

Midea before

Like I ain't come thru on the Lexus GSs

And Benz on twenty inch rims before

I sellin them nothing but killa

I feel like P Miller in Cartier lenses ho

You surely gon' die have you lived before

Blew d**e smoke on suede roofs

Through Rolex on wood wheel

Two hoes next that group deal

Ni**a cruise through to a cool mill

Staying in the streets not indicted

C to the E-O my sh*t drop when I feel like it

Just call me Freddie Gordy on them 40s

I chamber block that chopper thank the lordy

Gotta strip these niggas bare

'Cause bare essentials couldn't afford it

F**k an album title

Call my sh*t the coldest sh*t recorded

Shoot it smoke it or snort it

Rollin dragon now everybody chasing

This Gary in the 1980s b**ch everybody basing

Dinner time and shorty can't eat no books

He flippin' yay now

They gave him 100 years

'Cause he Nino Brown of the playground

I swear to God my momma always told me

It'd be days

Like smokin' d**e and pourin

Henny on my ni**a grave site

And wonderin' who gonna raise my child

If I get sprayed

Light your boss up like your poppy and get paid

Like a Yung Freddy Caine ni**a

Ya for show man Freddie Soprano

Spitta and Gibbs that pistol to your ribs

That box Chevy them 373 gears

Chokes out the concrete sh*t spinnin around me

Hit that w**d deliver a profound speech

Spoke with profound speech speaking prolific

Smoking on blueberry like Halle had and epiphany

'Bout to boomerang her like Eddie

I Billy Bob if she let me

Right on my living room floor

'Cuz these monster balls are so heavy

Under the living room floor

There lies trunk full of gold

If sh*t should ever go low

Then we will never go broke

Liquify the assets audio dopeboy magic

Keep the Bentley console full of w**d ashes

G Classes glass feet leather under my a** cheeks

Talkin 'bout muscle cars

Got a driveway full of athletes

Rappin' like half the time

I got twenty bands for the half-book

Keep it 100 solid

They straight shook they half crooks ni**a

That fettuccini what's up