"Fetty, Mula, Gwalla" lyrics
[BabyTron:]
(Enrgy made this one)
Nyah, nyah
Lil Fuzz stuck on the scams, he so jugg or die
I don't need veneers, but the zaga gave me crooked eyes
Call your uncle up who fix cars, bitch, the hood on fire
You rollin' up some fart that don't stink, that's a whoopee cushion
You ain't teach a lesson with the belt, that's a rookie whoopin'
Three of stilly put me down on my whooshie tushy
My bitch zagaza from head to toe, yours got cookie pussy
Stan gon' set the screen and I'ma roll off it
Dee gon' cut backdoor, then catch the oop, we go bonkers
Welcome to the spot right next to the brick, a roach crawlin'
Think your man sendin' an SOS, I hear the roach talkin'
Make her suck it on the interstate, this lil' ho road doggin'
You a glizzy gladiator, me and your ho raw doggin'
He a tax time terrorist, nah, he don't ball often
Come get your bitch, she tryna suck the balls off me
Greet the clerk with a howdy in a town with all honkies
Fuck Amiri's wintertime, you know me, it's all joggies
Ridin' Hell Kitty, but the trunk is full of all doggy
Caught him up in cash on the six, let me call shawty
Wake up at 5:23 and nah, I ain't off coffee
[StanWill:]
Opps can never score a thing, they must think we off ballin'
Rockin' Spider in the Track', it got me in the 'Hawk crawlin'
He got euthanized for all that barkin', I hit dog noggin'
Air Bud, life a movie, you know all my dogs ballin'
Fetty, mula, guala, boy, I only talk pape'
I might send a whole thou' if I off K
Funny how a hat cheap, but the sauce ain't
If I catch him in that water, make him walk plank
Who decides war? Mike Amiri, not no Balmain
Send a shot and hit a nigga top, that's how you call game
Now Militia touchin' dog shit, remember dog days
Boy, these niggas all lame
This a wide body SRT, I'm finna hog lanes
Huh, like skrrt, take off on a ho if she don't eat the cock
Cuddy got a diamond pick' the way he beat the block
Bake 'em for that dough, you'd think his coffin was a pizza box
I be blowin' money, where I shop, you couldn't leave with socks
Brodie need a line of Wock', the bitches say they need a shot
Been done sent him back into the lobby, I think he a bop
How I just slammed a nigga bitch, think I could be The Rock
I been goin' up, shit, I'm so close, think I can see the top
[TrDee:]
Shooter like headshots, he got the diamond camo
Tryna shoot all of my haters, runnin' out of ammo
Can show you how to drop a check, it used to be the Lego
I'm out of town, lookin' for a candy apple Faygo
Why you mad at the world? Bitch, look in the mirror
Let a bitch set the play and we gon' have to kill her
You steady hangin' with them losers, come and get a winner
Yeah, I probably said that shit, but boo, I don't remember
That's what happens when you always off some marijuana
She be gettin' passed around, you better wear a condom
Nobody just can't be around, this should be a honor
I'll meet you on the east, I'm turnin' right on Connor
Never left the guys behind, I put 'em in position
We ain't got no competition, you just gotta listen
If you let me drag my boys, I might just grant your wishes
You still livin' with your mama, go and do the dishes
You still doin' texts, that's like 2019
Keep it real in the dark, always do the right thing
If she ain't tryna fuck, then she goin' hiking
New ice got me cold, Minnesota Viking
Sheesh
(Enrgy made this one)
Nyah, nyah
Lil Fuzz stuck on the scams, he so jugg or die
I don't need veneers, but the zaga gave me crooked eyes
Call your uncle up who fix cars, bitch, the hood on fire
You rollin' up some fart that don't stink, that's a whoopee cushion
You ain't teach a lesson with the belt, that's a rookie whoopin'
Three of stilly put me down on my whooshie tushy
My bitch zagaza from head to toe, yours got cookie pussy
Stan gon' set the screen and I'ma roll off it
Dee gon' cut backdoor, then catch the oop, we go bonkers
Welcome to the spot right next to the brick, a roach crawlin'
Think your man sendin' an SOS, I hear the roach talkin'
Make her suck it on the interstate, this lil' ho road doggin'
You a glizzy gladiator, me and your ho raw doggin'
He a tax time terrorist, nah, he don't ball often
Come get your bitch, she tryna suck the balls off me
Greet the clerk with a howdy in a town with all honkies
Fuck Amiri's wintertime, you know me, it's all joggies
Ridin' Hell Kitty, but the trunk is full of all doggy
Caught him up in cash on the six, let me call shawty
Wake up at 5:23 and nah, I ain't off coffee
[StanWill:]
Opps can never score a thing, they must think we off ballin'
Rockin' Spider in the Track', it got me in the 'Hawk crawlin'
He got euthanized for all that barkin', I hit dog noggin'
Air Bud, life a movie, you know all my dogs ballin'
Fetty, mula, guala, boy, I only talk pape'
I might send a whole thou' if I off K
Funny how a hat cheap, but the sauce ain't
If I catch him in that water, make him walk plank
Who decides war? Mike Amiri, not no Balmain
Send a shot and hit a nigga top, that's how you call game
Now Militia touchin' dog shit, remember dog days
Boy, these niggas all lame
This a wide body SRT, I'm finna hog lanes
Huh, like skrrt, take off on a ho if she don't eat the cock
Cuddy got a diamond pick' the way he beat the block
Bake 'em for that dough, you'd think his coffin was a pizza box
I be blowin' money, where I shop, you couldn't leave with socks
Brodie need a line of Wock', the bitches say they need a shot
Been done sent him back into the lobby, I think he a bop
How I just slammed a nigga bitch, think I could be The Rock
I been goin' up, shit, I'm so close, think I can see the top
[TrDee:]
Shooter like headshots, he got the diamond camo
Tryna shoot all of my haters, runnin' out of ammo
Can show you how to drop a check, it used to be the Lego
I'm out of town, lookin' for a candy apple Faygo
Why you mad at the world? Bitch, look in the mirror
Let a bitch set the play and we gon' have to kill her
You steady hangin' with them losers, come and get a winner
Yeah, I probably said that shit, but boo, I don't remember
That's what happens when you always off some marijuana
She be gettin' passed around, you better wear a condom
Nobody just can't be around, this should be a honor
I'll meet you on the east, I'm turnin' right on Connor
Never left the guys behind, I put 'em in position
We ain't got no competition, you just gotta listen
If you let me drag my boys, I might just grant your wishes
You still livin' with your mama, go and do the dishes
You still doin' texts, that's like 2019
Keep it real in the dark, always do the right thing
If she ain't tryna fuck, then she goin' hiking
New ice got me cold, Minnesota Viking
Sheesh
