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
Fetti on Fetti on Fetti
I can't go in, I ain't ready
Fetti on Fetti
I can't go in I ain't ready
That drank on me heavy
I can't go in I ain't ready
Them pills kicking heavy
I can't go in I ain't ready
That 40 too heavy
I can't go in I ain't ready
Just count up my fetti
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 a actress
Shit I'm just thinkin how it happened
Had to get explicit, had to make it 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 semis and 'matics
All of my niggas is thugs with some habits
Like Ring on TV, we been with the static
I fuck on this bitch and she say she from Athens
Opiated so I'm demonstrating 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
Is the only time you catch me cheesin'

SOUMETTRE LES CORRECTIONS