Fetty (feat. Sotpe$o)

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Stimz

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Back up in this bitch
F*ck you thought ho
All you rappers bone dry, and Stimmy he got the sauce ho
Me and Dilly run the flok, so you looking at the boss hoe
I need a Fat ass booty, a volleyball or lacrosse hoe And I'm still running laps dogs, keep
up

And I still can't hear what the f*ck you was saying dawg, speak up
And I still got a couple bitches with me getting geeked up
And I'm still with my brother Peso, let him speak
Uh, got a bad lil Haitian mama, yes she cheeked up

Chilling in the crib, smoking on this reef up
Niggas acting like they can't hear me like I'm speaking tongue
Niggas playing with me cause I'm small, but I'm really not the one
Hold on wait a minute, Peso in this bitch again

Not to be fucked with, maybe you should tell your friends
Trying to run up some digits, so I can cop a Benz
Hold on, yeah, they see this money coming in
Now they trying to act like they my friends

Hater faking ass, snaking ass, flogent ass, little bitch
Fucking hating ass nigga, cause I'm on the way to get rich
Me and Stimmy in this bitch, and this shit not gonna switch
I just wanna be a rapper, all you do is wave glocks

Look I really put in work, that's why I'm hot and you not
And your girl a little slut, yeah she just slobber on my cock
Like all the motherfucking time, yeah I cannot get her off
Wanna be fatty but never wanna lose an eye

Wanna be fatty but never wanna lose an eye
Wanna be fatty but never wanna lose an eye
Yeah you all wanna be great but you never really try
Hold on wait a minute, Peso back in business

Stimmy back in business, tell em mind they fucking business
When the business is the business, yeah there ain't no way around it
I can tell you what you need, there's some money and a down bitch
Money and a down bitch, yeah guns, and some land ho

Off road trucks and a f*ck ton of ammo
Yeah I rep where I am ho, I live in Missouri
Stimmy bout to get it in a minute, never worry
S.O.T. soon on top, shooting shots like curry

Byrd Flok, keeping all these bitches wet and pussies purring
Stimmy, yeah, we ain't done
Kill or be killed, that's the motto
Stimmy bout to hit it real big like the lotto

I'ma take lead but you do not have to follow
I might be down for the night but I'll be good by tomorrow
Stimmy rising up, I can't wallow in the sorrow
Why? Because no one fucking promised tomorrow

Yeah it's like that dog, no guts, no glory
Mind just got spilled on the track getting gory

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