Fetti lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Like, lumber jack vest and some Bape sweats
'89 Vette still rock the tape deck
Suckas ain't livin' they just wasting breath
Summers pedal to the metal chasing debt
Off track placing bets collecting checks
Draggin' that motherf*ckin' money net
On to the next score and we ain't finish counting yet
f*ck it, store it in the floor conceal it in the ceiling
Park them cars behind my girl house I tell her she ain't see sh*t
n*gga, we movin' like new apartment units
I'm just doin' my thing and hoes drawn to it
Bomb fluent in that money talk
Glass slippers before she can walk
Silver spoons fill her food for thought
Cinderella's prissy sisters woulda p*ssed their pants to kiss her
Break it off on sight she been gone all night, but she came back right
Tip toeing in the room, tryna not to wake me
Slipped 10 grand beneath my pillow and whispered I love you, baby
sh*t crazy but it make perfect sense
Payin me to play her but I shan't say I'mma pimp
Just a prolific playa with a gift
It's in my nature to put that pressure on simps
Come off that paper, you don't know what to do with that sh*t
I can show ya I can grow ya into something much colder
We the highed-up title holders, behold us
[Interlude: Curren$y & Freddie Gibbs]
Behold us
These hoes know us
It's like the game chose us
(That Nicky Tarantino flow, you know what I'm sayin', n*gga?)

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, dirty needle to the mainline
You play kissy face with yo b*tches n*gga I tame mine
Strap her down with two bricks and straight put that b*tch 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 at [midea before?]
Like I ain't come thru on the Lexus GSs and Benz on twenty inch rims before
I'm sellin them nothing but killa I feel like P. Miller in Cartier lenses ho
You surely gon' die, have you lived before?
Blew dope smoke on suede roofs
Through Rolex on wood wheel
Two hoes next that group deal
n*gga 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 ch-ch-ch-chopper thank the lordy
Gotta strip these n*ggas bare cause Bare Escentuals, couldn't afford it
f*ck 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*tch 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' dope and pourin Henny on my n*gga grave site
And wonderin' just who gonna raise my child if I get sprayed like 'em
Boss up like your pappy and get paid like him
Yung Freddie Kane, n*gga
Ya, fo' sho', man, Freddie Soprano
[Verse 3: Curren$y & Freddie Gibbs]
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 weed, deliver a profound speech
Spoke with profound speech, speaking prolifically
Smoking on blueberry like Halle had an epiphany
'Bout to boomerang her like 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 sh*t should ever go low then we will never go broke
Liquify the assets, audio dopeboy magic
Keep the Bentley console full of weed ashes
G Classes, glass feet leather under my ass 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, n*gga

[Outro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, yeah
Sho', fo' sho'
Fetti (Yeah)
That fettuccini, wha's up?