Fetch lyrics

[Verse l]
I'm so sick of
n*ggas talking sh*t who ain't in my position
Who the f*ck asked you motherf*ck yo opinion
No new friends I ain't adding any additions
I've Got too many suspicions
Dom went cold turkey fighting addiction
Demons got me locked inside this submission
But It was never submissive
Tired of the fables n*ggas be spinning
Hard keeping steady through these transition
Militant mind on a mission
n*ggas can't choose a side. They stay switching
Really Most a yall as loyal as b*tches
So no don't need a mistress
Please stay back just keep yo distance
And stay the f*ck out of my business
I'm out this b*tch

[Chorus]
I don't fetch for n*ggas
Rare I respect these n*ggas
I Ain't a friend of n*gga I
Been riding solo since
My f*cking father dipped
Swear I don't owe yall sh*t
So Stay up off my di*k
b*tch
[Verse ll[
Just to clarify Only two n*ggas I f*ck with
Number ones the day one the n*gga who i grew up with
And dom my ride or die so that's the n*gga I'm stuck with
Can't f*ck with most case most of yall on that f*cksh*t
f*cking up but I'm still always upping the ante
Rarely ball but I'm still ball deep in ya aunty
Digging like a starving n*gga inside yo pantry
Got her gushing like a geyser gushy sweeter then candy
I Ain't been desperate since an adolescent
Never stagnant always learn my lessons
I took my whooping count my blessings
f*ck yo flexing I'm progressing
Mastered the art of finessing
So Never second guessing
Mexican standoff kinda tension
When I step into the section
Bet they start reaching for they weapons
These issues never pressing
Just make yo shot count cause real life ain't got hit detection
If you coming at my neck you best have done protection

[Chorus]
Don't fetch for n*ggas
Rare I respect these n*ggas
I Ain't a friend of n*gga I
Been riding solo since
My f*cking father dipped i
Swear I don't owe y'all sh*t
So Stay up off my di*k

[Verse lll]
I admit I f*cked up once but you won’t fool me twice
Try to cross me and i’ll put you in the jaws of a vice
Yall Took advantage of the kid so now he’s not so polite
The only thing I feel pumping through these veins is ice
I be
Up and at em y'all fumblin this ain't madden
Ain't two hand touch no padding
Just s backstabbing and grabbin
On the
Back of the bus
With a couple a bucks
Fresh out of my f*cks
Ran outta n*ggas to trust
Yall can find me on the
On the forefront The front lines
Double Dutch over land mines
Camel clutch til I crush spines
Double damage with punchlines
Sweep em of they feet now that's landslide
Catch a n*gga talking sweet just might get some jail time
Why
Cause These b*tches stay hating
Like n*gga stay out ganging
Like mama's stay up praying
That They sons ain't out slanging
Or out with the gang banging
Cause n*ggas is not playing
Duck when they k spraying
Never know never know who the aiming for