Lyrics Fetti - TMM Ca$h Mani

You saying I'm petty because I need all of my fetty
Man give me by bread or be ready to get hit with a
Chopper, machete on top of your noodle your plot box
Turn to spaghetti I like to hot box pressure be heavy
You suckers be corny go beef with the deli before I be
Locked up changing my celly old bitch got pregnant
Aborted ain't tell me

Ain't want to help make the plate now you want mine
Stack or you starve I get bread from a lunch line I
Come in clutch I'm the captain of crunch time
Dopamine rush come when my number incline
One bad mother fucker momma keep a good 9
Said you got my back but you act like a fake snake
Fold with no spine think stink stink don't blow your
Co-sign rap social distance I don't hear no close line
Crabs in a bucket they'd rather watch a roach climb
Moving too bakey heat up and your son died
Hot on the screen you get burned where sun don't
Block trying to be fly you get flew where birds don't
Flock ain't want to slide with my shit now you won't
Cop took advantage of me now you mad that I woke
Up momma told you boy but you never spoke up a
Closed mouth will make you choke with your throat cut a long mile away on the run run lay low for halos
When you lost one dance with the stars ballerina we
All spun keep a glizzy I ain't shy but I'm awesome
Keep integrity with friends going to cost some
Lost my day ones bounced back and I bossed up
Give me heads and tails for coins when I toss up

You saying I'm petty because I need all of my fetty
Man give me by bread or be ready to get hit with a
Chopper, machete on top of your noodle your plot box
Turn to spaghetti I like to hot box pressure be heavy
You suckers be corny go beef with the deli before I be
Locked up changing my celly old bitch got pregnant
Aborted ain't tell me

My whole team on go time yeah I'm on the goal line
You already know nana used to hang the clothes on
The clothes line yeah you know I just go around just
Like a Mary go round you know it's about to go down
Yeah nigga he out of bounds yeah when I wear my
Crown you don't even know you about to drown yeah
You know I'm out and now I don't even really make a
Lot of sounds yeah we get rid of a lot of rounds yeah
Even a lot of pounds whole time he out of bounds but
Yeah he on my side of town about to take a trip out
Of town yeah I think I'm out a lounge my fault I'm
Probably out of a lounge yeah you know I got a lot
Of loud coming through yeah I'm black and proud
Blow him just like a black and mild yeah you already
Know I black my style coming through yeah I hack my
Route like to keep the pack on me and yeah I just walk
Around niggas really like to talk aloud I don't really
Like to be around crowds I ain't really been here in a
While last time I was I did a freestyle yeah I'm black
And wild I'm a problem child