fmfcee - Fetch'em (feat. ChikoSuave)

I don't give a fuck about you, I don't fuck with niggas
And I don't give no fuck about you, I just pull them triggers
And I be sippin' on this cup, I mix my wock with Tris
Yeah, these niggas tryna ride my wave, but man, these niggas trippin
Pull up smokin' runtz, but I felt like somethin' missin
I need lean inside my cup and then we happy business
Double up my cup and then I double up my bitches
She on my man's inside the party, don't ask where your bitch is
Man, you don't want no problems, man, I swear this shit get hectic
Oh, damn, her head go dumb, I'm startin' to think that she dyslexic
I been swervin' on the E-Way and my cup is filled with drank
I been buggin' off that E8, now it's gettin' hard to think
I been swervin' in that freeway, cannot crash the coupe
When I lay it down, she turn around and she like, baby, ooh
Feelin' like a surgeon, the way I'm tryna get them ribs removed
And Bitch, I ball like Bird, but I can shoot it like I'm Larry Hoov
Don't got no time to chase you, but I be runnin' to the bank
I don't like to get it dirty unless I'm fuckin' with the drink
I like all my bitches pretty, but they be actin' like they stink
And I got all these niggas nervous and then I make them walk the plank
They been tryna kill me, but I won't let them
I done made my mama proud, off these raps and these letters
If I let my dogs loose, then I tell him, go fetch em
It go pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, we gon' stretch em uh uh
I been moonwalkin' on Earth, bae, you know how I be steppin
I gon' die before I fold, I wont let them keep that pressure
Keep that stick inside the dresser, if he run up, he get folded up
Man, you can suck my fuckin' dick, I know you told on us
I don't give a fuck about you, I don't fuck with niggas
And I don't give no fuck about you, I just pull them triggers
And I be sippin' on this cup, I mix my wock with Tris
Yeah, these niggas tryna ride my wave, but man, these niggas trippin
Pull up smokin' runtz, but I felt like somethin' missin
I need lean inside my cup and then we happy business
Double up my cup and then I double up my bitches
She on my man's inside the party, don't ask where your bitch is
Man, you don't want no problems, man, I swear this shit get hectic
Oh, damn, her head go dumb, I'm startin' to think that she dyslexic
I been swervin' on the E-Way and my cup is filled with drank
I been buggin' off that E8, now it's gettin' hard to think

Written by:
Christian Vertedor, Cj Thompson

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