Fetti lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, Rell)
Woo

[Chorus]
Shirt over my head while I'm mixin' up this fetti
Told my b*tch I'm tryna have a threesome if she let me (Mwah)
In the club, I got ones rainin' down like confetti
They know my name from 7 Mile to Belle Isle like Pirelli (Like Pirelli)
Lobster with the steak on my plate, we don't f*ck with shrimps (f*ck nah)
I'll go up top on— 'cause I don't f*ck with them
She talk down 'bout her baby daddy, then go f*ck on him (f*ck that n*gga)
b*tches puttin' they hands on these bums, I don't be touchin' 'em (Nope)

[Verse 1]
I don't know wherе they pus*y been, I don't be f*ckin' 'em (Goofy)
b*tchеs call me boss, you can't call me by my government (f*ck nah)
My dog want a hundred zips, I hear dogs barkin' in my brain
Mixin' up, caught a drain (A drain), I think on racks, you hear my name (Fft)
Hundred racks on a chain, swear I can't find a flaw (Ice, ice, ice)
I pull up, they in awe
Ain't no more bottles in the bar 'cause we bought 'em all (Yeah)
Ain't no more fiends, we done dropped 'em all (Damn)
Boy, this that fetti, not no Tylenol
We say Mannie Fresh when we talkin' 'bout that mannitol (This that Mannie Fresh)
I don't know why I told you, you ain't never sold a gram at all (You ain't never sold sh*t)
(Stop playin' with a boss, bum)
Scored a triple-double in the streets, f*ck some basketball
Got 'em for a discount price, come and grab 'em all (Go get 'em)
That lil' sh*t you spent on your chain, I spent that at the mall (That sh*t was light)
[Chorus]
Shirt over my head while I'm mixin' up this fetti
Told my b*tch (What you tell her?), I'm tryna have a threesome if she let me (Mwah)
In the club, I got ones rainin' down like confetti
They know my name from 7 Mile to Belle Isle like Pirelli (Like Pirelli)
Lobster with the steak on my plate, we don't f*ck with shrimps (f*ck nah)
I'll go up top on— 'cause I don't f*ck with them
She talk down 'bout her baby daddy, then go f*ck on him (f*ck that n*gga)
b*tches puttin' they hands on these bums, I don't be touchin' 'em (Nope)

[Verse 2]
When they send that thousand percent, can't even touch the sh*t (I can't even touch it)
Damn near gotta have on two pair of them rubber sh*ts
My b*tch lookin' heaven-sent
Exactly like an angel in the flesh (Mwah), he OD'd off a test
That n*gga should've wore a vest (Damn)
My lil' b*tch got that fetti, when she suck it, it's the best (I swear)
I'ma keep it G, I can't let go of her neck (Never)
This that Fetty Wap, I got the power, seein' if they like it
I bet you find 'em in an hour, I really tried to warn 'em (Yeah)
I told 'em that this sh*t some power
After I'm done mixin' up, I gotta take a shower
Lil' stupid-ass n*gga need to listen what I'm tellin' 'em (Shh)
I got this sh*t here from the cartel and 'nem (Yeah)
I had to meet 'em once, now it's on, they be mailin' 'em
The lil' b*tch I'm with look heaven-sent, but she devilish (She a demon)
Paid thirty-two hundred for this medicine (For this Tris)
Trick pair of gloves while I'm mixin' up this fetty
Told my n*ggas (My n*ggas), "I'm finna go and slide, is you ready?" (Brrt)
If you lookin' for me, boy, I'm on 7 Mile and Kelly
Lil' bro 'nem smokin' on your mans, they say he reggie
[Outro]
Shirt over my head while I'm mixin' up this fetti
Told my b*tch I'm tryna have a threesome if she let me
In the club, I got ones rainin' down like confetti