Fetti

[Intro]
Yeah
Zombie on the track

[Verse]
Who you know ain't make the Freshman List, still rappin’ like he fresh out
Have you ever caught chills thinking 'bout bills, boy, I been stressed out
These niggas ain't fuckin’ with me, I can say that shit with my chest now
I could care less who the best out, just as long as all the checks check out
And mama, all these niggas steady hating on your baby boy like I'm Tyrese or something
And you know I keep the weight right on my waist like I'm Mo'Nique or something
Velly he been getting fetti and John been the legend like he play the keys or something
Niggas they watch what I do and then tell on my moves like they work for police or something
(What you call that?)

[Bridge]
That's a hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, yeah
Choppa with a drum make him dance like he JB, Blocboy, Blocboy, Blocboy, yeah
Zombie on the track, that's a wrap, put the beat in a box boy, box boy, box boy, yeah
No Frank Ocean, but a nigga got the wave like the blonde boy, blonde boy, blonde boy, yeah, ay
And what we got?

[Chorus]
Fetti on fetti on fetti, ay
Pulling up lit already (Yeah)
Get to close and your brain is spaghetti
Hunnids all blue like the scene off Dillon and
It seems like you ready
Cancel that bitch like they did R. Kelly
Murder on my mind, but my name not Melly
I'm just counting that butter why she throw that jelly, okay
Fetti on fetti on fetti, ay
Pulling up lit already
Get to close and your brain is spaghetti
Hunnids all blue like the scene off Dillon and it
Seems like you ready
Cancel that bitch like they did R. Kelly
Murder on my mind, but my name not Melly
I'm just counting that butter while she throwing that jelly
Okay!

[Outro]
Ay, yeah
Ay
And it seems like you ready, yeah, ay
It seems like you ready, yeah, ooh
Murder on my mind but my name not Melly
I’m just counting that better while she throwing that jelly
Okay!