Fetti song by Playboi Carti from Primary Album Playboifre-h. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Hip-Hop, Trap, Cloud Rap music. The Record company is 808 Mafia. Released on April 26, 2015.
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Fetti Meaning
| [[Intro: Playboi Carti] Gas in my blunt (I can’t go in, I ain’t ready) Lean in my cup, what the fuck? What the fuck? (Fetti on fetti on fetti) Uh (I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, fetti on fetti) (808 Mafia) Moneybags, yeah, uh Moneybags, nigga, uh, fetti on fetti on fetti Fetti on fetti on fetti, fetti on fetti on fetti (Yeah, yeah) (808 Mafia) [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I just left Houston (Yeah) I just left Earth (I did) Lean in my cup Gas in my blunt (Yeah) Got some hoes who gon’ fuck (Yeah) I’m still pouring up (Uh) I can see in his face (See in his face) Designer on my waist Now you all in her face That ho’ give me face (What?) That ho’ give me faith Damn, that ho give me face Uh, uh, fetti on fetti on fetti, uh 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 1: 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 kickin’ heavy I can’t go in, I ain’t ready I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, that 40 too heavy (Heavy) I can’t go in, I ain’t ready (Yeah) I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, just count up my fetti (So, yeah, so) Mr. Never Lackin’, 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 (Fuck) Shit, I’m just thinkin’ how it happened Had to get explicit, had to make ’em listen Movin’ out them pounds, niggas started snitchin’ Loadin’ up them rounds, niggas started missin’ Move it out of town and Tommy Cruise the mission (Yeah) Converse with my addictions, don’t talk, I just listen (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 (Habits) Like grandma TV, we been with the static I fuck on this bitch and she say she from Athens (She say she from Athens, (808 Mafia)) Opiated so I’m demonstratin’ my emotion less Got some real niggas quotin’ this (Quotin’ this) Got your main bitch holdin’ shit (Holdin’ shit, holdin’ shit) Lost a few things as of recent, life anything but decent When we re-up on my teeth It’s the only time you catch me cheesin’, it’s Dolla , [Chorus: 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 pourin’ 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 face 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] Shippin’ a pack and it’s vacuum sealed 30 on 40, keep that concealed Just bought a pint, I’ma crack the seal Strap on my side like a Navy SEAL Three in the morning, we trappin’ still (Trap) Matte black on rover, the Batmobile Don’t trust that nigga ’cause he gon’ squeal (Nah) Not buyin’ shit if the pack not sealed (Don’t want it) I’m faded, I’m faded, off Xannies I’m wasted My bitches they nasty, they suck it and taste it (Suck) I’m short on my patience, I’m servin’ my patient I’m very impatient, lil’ bitch come get naked Pack comin’ in but I don’t need to weigh it Chopper en route, I shoot once and shit sprayin’ (Pew-pew-pew) Can’t come in my trap, the front door is gated My prices inflated, my plug name is David Drippin’ through the city got a little bitch in Babee’Os Fucked me on the spot ’cause she heard me on the radio Three bitches, one of me, that’s a perfect ratio Don’t wanna fuck the ho’, I just want fellatio (Ah) Let her play with the nut, put it in her bootyhole Pop a couple pills and I beat it like a stereo (Ah) Stuffed cup, Backwoods, ridin’ ’round, merry-go Cup need a oil change, Actavis I love to pour (Drank) Hit a stain, hoggin’ lanes, grippin’ grain, gettin’ throwed (808 Mafia) Leave you brains in the grain, you another John Doe No holds barred, when you see me I’ma let it go No more ‘gars so we rollin’ up the fronto (Fo, fo, fo, fo, fo) No more ‘gars ’cause we rollin’ out the fronto I’m in H-Town, nigga, and I can never go , [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I just left Houston (Yeah) I just left Earth (I did) Lean in my cup Gas in my blunt Got some hoes who gon’ fuck I’m still pourin’ up I can see in his face (See in his face, what?) 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 face (Uh, uh) 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 [Outro: Playboi Carti] I just left Houston (I just left Houston), I just left Earth (I just left Earth), uh I just left Houston (I just left Houston), I just left Earth (I just left Earth), uh I just left Houston (I just left Houston), I just left Earth (I just left Earth), uh I can’t go in, I ain’t ready I can’t go in, I ain’t ready Fetti on fetti] |
Frequently posed queries
- Who produced the lyrics for Fetti?
This lirics prodiucer by Chris Fresh.
- Who is credited with writing the music and lyrics to this song? Fetti
Fetti song is written by Playboi Carti, Da$H, Maxo Kream & Chris Fresh
- Who is featured in the Fetti?
The lyrics featured in Fetti belong to Da$H & Maxo KreamThe featured artist in the song Fetti is Da$H & Maxo Kream
