Fetish Yung Ro

[Intro]
What's up, man?
Petty
Is it, man?
I'm good
Bitch, this is how I-, ayy
Ayy, chillin' with these freaks (Ayy, who made it? Millan made it)

[Chorus]
I got a fetish, I like bitches with pretty teeth and pretty feet (Feet)
This shit get deep
Ho asked me do I love her, I said, "Bitch, I love the streets"
I want a girl that got a problem, can't stop fucking with these freaks (Damn)
I ain't gotta do too much, I'm lit, when they see me, hoes speak (Yeah)
They ain't gotta know we fucking, uh-uh, keep that shit low-key (Low-key)
I don’t like 'em in my business, you know me, I’m CMP (Yeah)
Pussy good, I get yo' hair done, I keep yo' shit on fleek (Yeah)
Hundred shots up in the Draco, knock down walls, this bitch a bеast (Baow, baow)

[Verse 1]
We ain't talking to no laws, I go deaf, I can't speak (Haha, dеaf)
And nah, we don't squash beef, we put niggas on a tee (Brrt, brrt)
The opps think it's sweet 'cause we ain't spin in like a week (Yeah)
And we don't get tired of sliding, bitch, I do this shit for Dee (Bah-bah, yeah)
Have you ever got in a shootout and had to wash off with the bleach? (Yeah)
Have you ever sat in bushes tryna run down on a beast? (Oh, yeah?)
Have you ever touched a brick, have you feeling like you Meech? (Yeah)
This Glock 19 little, but it'll knock you off yo' feet (Boom)
And no, I don't pillow talk to hoes, no, l am too street (Yeah)
Nigga, fuck a drive-by, bitch, we hoppin' out on feet (Bah-bah)
I ain't come to smoke (Bah) no weed, bitch, get down on yo' knees (Bah, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah)
And I don't believe in no big homie, niggas don't practice what they preach
Them niggas killed my partner? Cool, leave it in the streets (Yeah)
Them niggas gon' die soon as we find out where they be (Yeah, for real)
And I don't gotta give out money (Bah), them hoes gon' fuck me ‘cause I'm street (Get down)
Told lil' bro, "Don’t spare a soul, you better hit everything you see"