"Fetti" lyrics

(Yo, Dewwy, why they hatin' on you?)
Blew his top and they knocked out spaghetti
(Damn, Garne, you too hard)
'Til they knocked off his dready
Baguetties

We got rich off fetty, fetty, fetty, fetty
Baddest bitch off fetty, fetty, fetty, fetty
Ice bricks or the fetty, fetty, fetty, fetty
White bricks or the fetty, fetty, fetty, fetty

First, we was injured reserve, flippin' ice packs
Scrapin' my rims on the curb, tryna slide back
All my lil' niggas tryna serve, get 'em right back
All my lil' niggas buyin' syrup, where the ice at?
ICE raids downtown, but we still trap
You be gettin' pressed out of town, we got pills stamped
You be so depressed, you went down tryna steal Pampers
Lori Dona taught me how to salsa, we some real dancers
If you talkin' 'bout some money, then I will answer
Ugly as a bitch, but in these diamonds, I look real handsome
Niggas tryna stop 03 from shinin', but I'm still standin'
Everything ain't short, these niggas shoo 'cause we do real damage
Niggas want some problems, I suggest you niggas move faster
Every day, I wake up early, fuck a newscaster
Fuckin' on these bitches out the country 'til a nigga soft
Lil' bro been actin' hella funny, think this nigga ho

Fetty, fetty, fetty, fetty
Baddest bitch off fetty, fetty, fetty, fetty
Ice bricks or the fetty, fetty, fetty, fetty
White bricks or the fetty, fetty, fetty, fetty