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(feat. Da$h & Maxo Kream) [Intro: Playboi Carti] Gas in my blunt I can't go in, I ain't ready Lean in my cup, what the fuck? Fetti on fetti on fetti I can't go in, I ain't ready, fetti on fetti Money bags, yeah, uh Money bags, nigga, uh Fetti on fetti on fetti Fetti on fetti on fetti Fetti on fetti on fetti (yah, yah) [Hook: Playboi Carti] I just left Houston, I just left Earth Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt Got some hoes who gon' fuck I'm still pouring up I can see in his face, designer on my waist Now you all in her face That ho give me face, that ho give me faith Damn, that ho give me favs Fetti on fetti on fetti I can't go in, I ain't ready, I can't go in, I ain't ready I can't go in, I ain't ready, fetti on fetti on fetti I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, I can’t go in, I ain’t ready Fetti on fetti [Post-Hook: Da$H] I can't go in, I ain’t ready I can't go in, I ain’t ready, that drank on me heavy I can't go in, I ain’t ready I can't go in, I ain’t ready, them pills kicking heavy I can't go in, I ain't ready I can't go in, I ain't ready, that 40 too heavy I can't go in I ain’t ready I can't go in, I ain’t ready, just count up my fetti [Verse 1: Da$H] So Yeah, So Mr. Never Lacking, bust a package Bills can get paid off of rappin', still I keep to trappin' Used to hunnid sack it, now I fuck an actress Shit, I'm just thinkin' how it happened Had to get explicit, had to make 'em listen Moving out them pounds, niggas started snitchin' Loading up them rounds, niggas started missin' Move it out of town, and Tommy Cruise the mission Converse with my addictions, don't talk I just listen Five drugs that I'm mixin', money only thing on my vision Infatuated with them semi's and 'matics All of my niggas is thugs with some habits Like grandma TV, we been with the static I fuck on this bitch and she say she from Athens Opiated so I'm demonstratin' my emotion less Got some real niggas quotin' this, got yo' main bitch hoein shit Lost a few things as of recent, life is anything but decent Blow the re-up on my teeth It's the only time you catch me cheesin' It's Dolla [Hook: Playboi Carti] I just left Houston, I just left Earth Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt Got some hoes who gon' fuck I’m still pouring up I can see in his face, designer on my waist Now you all in her face That ho give me face, that ho give me faith Damn, that ho give me faithce Fetti on fetti on fetti I can't go in, I ain't ready, I can't go in, I ain't ready I can't go in, I ain't ready, fetti on fetti on fetti I can't go in, I ain't ready, I can't go in, I ain't ready Fetti on fetti [Verse 2: Maxo Kream] Shipping a pack and it's vacuum sealed 30 on 40, keep that concealed Just bought a pint, I'm a crack the seal Strap on my side like a Navy SEAL Three in the morning, we trapping still Matte black on rover, the Batmobile Don’t trust that nigga cause he gon squeal Not buying shit if the pack not sealed I'm faded, I’m faded, off xannies I’m wasted My bitches they nasty, they suck it and taste it I’m short on my patience, I’m serving my patient I’m very impatient, little bitch come get naked Pack coming in but I don’t need to weigh it Choppa en route, I shoot once and you spraying Can’t come in my trap, the front door is gated My prices inflated, my plug name is David Dripping through the city got a little bitch in Babee'Os Fucked me on the spot cause she heard me on the radio 3 bitches, one of me, that's a perfect ratio Don’t wanna fuck the ho, I just want fellatio Let her play with the nut, put it in her booty hole Pop a couple pills and I beat it like a stereo Stuffed cup, backwoods, riding 'round, merry-go Cup need a oil change, Actavis I love to po' Hit a stain, hogging lanes, gripping grain, getting throwed Leave you brains in the grain, you another John Doe No holds barred when you see me, Imma let it go No mo' 'gars so we rolling up the fronto No mo 'gars cause we rollin out the fronto I'm in H-town, nigga, and I can never go [Hook: Playboi Carti] I just left Houston, I just left Earth Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt Got some hoes who gon' fuck I’m still pouring up I can see in his face, designer on my waist Now you all in her face That ho give me face, that ho give me faith Damn, that ho give me faithce Fetti on fetti on fetti I can’t go in, I ain't ready, I can’t go in, I ain't ready I can’t go in, I ain't ready, fetti on fetti on fetti I can’t go in, I ain't ready, I can’t go in, I ain't ready Fetti on fetti
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