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Fetty (Polished Crew) (feat. Sgs Kee, Nayborhood Barbie, Finesse Meech, K4m, Gtk, 39slugg & Skeem Flaveir)

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Polished Crew
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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 **** 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 **** say, you ready
Lil' shawty tryna hit me with the wap, yo, ****, 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 **** 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 ****, 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** got a problem with me, tell him, go on, tell him look, he's super healthy, no, these **** 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 **** say, you ready
Lil' shawty tryna hit me with the walk, yo, ****, I feel like 50
Written by: Polished Crew
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