Fetty (Polished Crew) ft. Sgs Kee, Nayborhood Barbie, Finesse Meech, K4m & Gtk Lyrics

Come through lookin' in, I'm feelin' clean, I'm rockin', mason margelli

Got a bad lil bih super thick, she lookin' just like Betty

It's F and N, got a problem with me, tell him, go on, tell him

Lil kee super healthy

No, these niggas can't smell me

He ain't know what to do, 7-6-2, it flowin' at his belly

He got his mask, he got his blast, that nigga say, you ready

Lil' shawty tryna hit me with the wap, yo, nigga, I feel like Fetty

It's hot in here, I'm startin' to feel like Nelly

Thick lil' bitch, when I walk by, it shake like jelly

It been quieter in the city, they call me to turn it up

I done made over 50, can't no nigga call my bluff

Bookin' shows and we got bowls and you can't get shit for the low

I just be ballin' every season, tell your niggas, check the sco

Reach in my bag, you see some action, I really get to clappin

Now you ain't make it to the show

Now he ain't make it to the show

Cash up in the sky, but make her get it off the floor

Make it in the trap, but go and spin it at the store

It's out of flavor, spent a couple hundred on this bowl

I want my diamond dancin

Flyin', I rock out just like I'm Marilyn Manson

Type to, clutch, Glock, why I get some panties

One up in the head, I can never panic

We put time in and I'm tryna elevate and grow

The way a nigga come through, steppin' like I'm tryna break the flow

Ask me, do I got my weapon? I just grin and say no

How this nigga out my section? I been tryna give him hope

Gotta turn to the sponge when they givin' the game up

This my relief, talk to the mic, let my pain out

I just keep my distance from the ones tryna gain clout

Then I lock in with the ones on the same route

Got my racks out the ocean, just like to sea they blue

This shit he say up in his room, that shit don't be the truth

Lost my brother and I'm traumatized, it's time to hit the news

He tellin' jokes, this ain't no game, this shit ain't April Fool's

Spendin' hunnid on game, we got a couple chains, you know we up a few

We hit the lot, impress the gas, we get gone too

I'm countin' money with my goons

That bitch around, you told too

My bitch be mad, I keep my tooth

All you change, I'm Mr. O, you

Flow like the ocean blue, these niggas play that, and they gon' lose

Glock in the room, I'm a pro or two

I'm fuckin' off on drugs too

I'm tryna stack my chains on, so I can buy my mama coupes

Conduit lookin' man, I'm feelin' clean, I'm rockin', makes my jelly

Got a bella bitch, she's superstitious, lookin' just like Diddy

Every nigga got a problem with me, tell him, go on, tell him look, he's super healthy, no, these niggas can't smell me

He ain't know what to do, seven-six-two, it flowin' at his belly

He got his mask, he got his blast, that nigga say, you ready

Lil' shawty tryna hit me with the walk, yo, nigga, I feel like 50