Shawty Got Wap Like Fetty Lyrics

Glah

Like, What? Like, Damn

Glah

Glah

 

She A Baddie, I Gotta Get On That, Damn

She A Thot, I Can’t Kiss Her

My Bitch A Gun, I Be Fiendin’ To Click Her

Like She Be Geekin’ And Tweaked Off The Liquor

Wait, Put The Dick In Her Liver

New Opp, Shit Kick Like A Punt

OD’d Off A Pill, Now He Dead In My Blunt

Man Down, Put That Boy In A Trunk

If I Spot Him, I Turn Him To Runtz

Oh My God, What Happened To—

Big Gun, I’m A Ooter Like Melo

Like She Caribbean, Shake It Like Jell-O

He Ain’t Drill With Us, He Cannot Sit With Us

Opp Pack Got Me Feelin’ Ridiculous

Pour Up The Tris’, Don’t Resist, Tell Her, “Fill It Up”

Fuck A Bitch, I Can Chill With A Million

Fish Bowl, Put A Hole In Thе V

Please Do Not Lack Becausе Shit Can Get Serious

He A Runner, Too Fast Like Furious, Glock With A Beam, I’ma Put Him To Sleep

Damn, On Court Like A Piston, Quick Draw, I Got PTSD

She Let Me Hit It In Different Positions

Like, Feel Like Thirty, I’m Ootin From Deep

Pop A Thirty, I Can’t Go To Sleep

Bitch, I’m Bustin’, Might Take Off His Muffin

How Is You Tough? You Was Runnin’ And Duckin’, This G23, Get To Markin’ Like Cousins

And I’m Interlockin’ With Buzzin’

But These Bitches Be Keeyin’ My Vibe

She Wanna Link ’Cause She See That I’m High

Like Off The Dotty, My Vision Is Fried

Fake Love, I Don’t Know Who To Trust, What?

These Niggas Fake, Get Away From Me

How You Here For Me? You Wasn’t There For Me

Told My Mama, ”I Need You To Pray For Me”

I Said, ”Brother, My Music My Therapy”

I’ma Be Top One Charted

I’m A Demon, I Oot Through The Darkness

Fuck Everybody, This Life Made Me Heartless, Damn

 

(Chee On The Beat)

(Zionthebeat)

Look

 

Let Me Start Like This

Said You Niggas Is Weird And Your Opps Is Your Friends

How Your Boyfriend A—, But He Ask For A Feature

He Tried To Diss, But He Makin’ Amends

I’ma Set Shit Straight, Said He 41K, He Get Sent To The Gates

Straight To The Top, Not A Debate

They Like, ”Jenn You So Lyrical, Niggas Is Late”, Like

We Gon’ Tear That Boy Like I’m A Surgeon

Shorty A Baddie, She Tell Me, ”It’s Hurtin”’

And This Music Is More Than Just Verses

I’m Really On Timin’, I Do It On Purpose

Niggas Talkin’, But That Shit Is Digital

Fuck With The Opps And I Can’t Be A Friend Of You

Niggas Dirty And They Not Original

Feel Like I’m Spike, When I’m Shootin’, I’m Visual

Bullet’s Gon’ Make Him Invisible

Don’t Need A Diss, But You Fit The Subliminal

Brodie A Demon, A Criminal

Sendin’ Out Shots And This Shit Is Not Clinical

Feelin’ Prolific, I Shoot Through The Fabric

I’m Like Carter, I’m Shootin’ With Magic

Ain’t No Bottle, But Niggas Be Cappin’

You 41K, You Get Put In The Past Tense

Like, Wait

Like, Damn, When I Walk In The Party, She Geekin’ And Tweakin’

I Just Put Shorty Down For A Drink

She Like, ”Jenny, You Know That I’m Fiendin’

I Be Watchin’ Your Vids In A Sequence”

I Got A Heart And She Said I Could Keep It

We Go Back To Her Shit For The Weekend, But I Gotta Go, Tata Called Up A Demon

 

How You Dissin’? Like Four Of Yo’ Homies Is Dead

I Send One Of My Niggas Kill All Of Y’all Niggas

I See A Opp Then I See Red

With This Pencil, Fill ’Em Up With Lead

Bend Through The Opps I’m Tryna Catch ’Em—

(24 Is The GOAT)

How You Smokin’ My Dead And I Don’t Got No Dead

They Know My Bop, Mr. Everything Dead

She Wanna Come Over I Left Her On Read

Niggas Pussy

I’m A Veteran, Niggas Is Rookies

Big Knocker, Can’t Book Me

Walk In The Party And I Got Them Lookin’

Niggas Be Runnin’ They Mouth On The Media

I Run Into Niggas, Yeah, It’s Lit

Bitches Be Gettin’ Ahead Of They Self

I Don’t Care If You Pretty, Suck My Dick, Glah

I’m With ‘Lato, Rollin’ Up Gelato

Niggas Pussy And Opp Niggas Follow

They Know It’s Forty-One Ways To Get Paid

I Got A Baddie, She Look Like Mulatto

With The Legs, Drinkin’ Henny, No Chaser

Bitches Dumb If She Think I’m A—

Don’t Wanna Fuck, On Bro, I Won’t Make Her

Beam Through His Face If He Play With My

Ayo, Bro, Boom That Nigga

Walk In The Spot, Remove That Nigga

I’m Not In The Politicin’ Or The Media

Ain’t No Talkin’, Boom That Nigga, Glah

41, I’m Promotin’ The Violence, Spinnin’ Through Ready, I Got Niggas Hidin’

And Ya’ Niggas Not Really On Timin’

Call Up My Muddy, He Stay On My Timin’, Glah

Shorty Got Wap Like Fetty

Bread Winner, I Love To Get Bready

They Know My Bop, Mr. Everything Deady

And Shots To The Eye, Now He Lookin’ Like Fetty, Bitch

 

I Be Geekin’, I’m Totin’ On What?

Shorty A Thottie, She Don’t Give A Fuck

She Be Tweakin’, She Shakin’ Her Butt

And That Boy Is A Cheetah, The Way That He Run

He Dumb, He A Pot

Bitch On My Body, She Totin’ My Gun

You Run, Don’t Stop

You Feelin’ Hot, You Get Sent To The Sun

He Tried To Diss And We Made Him Deleted

41 And We Still Undefeated

Get On The Scene, Make It Hotter Than Phoenix

Michael Jackson, She Want Me To Beat It

She A Baddie And Shorty Conceited

I Told Her I Love Her, But I Do Not Mean It

I Be Geekin’, I Only See Red

She Like ”Jenny, You Know That—”

And You Know That I’ma Keep Me A Tool

It Stay Right By My Side, Call Me Nicki Minaj, Damn

Think He Tough, Now He In A Garage

Rollin’ Up While She Give A Massage

I’m Too Active, I Turn Up The Spot

He Think He Tough, He Got Sold In The Block

Please Don’t Try To Be Somethin’ You Not

I’m Like A Cheff And I’m Stirrin’ The—

If He Think He A Demon, We Ain’t Showin’ No Sympathy

Like, Damn, Bullets Is Slippery

I Told Niggas To Get Out The Way

You And Yo’ Homie Get Shot In The Face

I Be Geekin’, You Cannot Get Rid Of Me

Shorty Be Tweakin’ And Knock Off—

If You Not 41, Better Stay In Your Place

Like, Call Me Tay-K, I’m Runnin’ The Race

 

Glah

Glah

 

With A Thirty, I Feel Like The Man

I Do Not Fight, So Don’t Come With A Poke

Like Don’t Lack, This Shit No Joke

Too Many Guns, I Don’t Know Where To Blow

Like, Try To Run, That’s A Ticket To Death

My Bitch A Baddie, She Click It The Best

Like, She A Freak, Put The Dick In Her Face

Oot At His Feet, Make Him Pick Up The Pace

Roll Off A Thottie, That Shit Got Me Laced

Like, I Be Buggin’, Don’t Know How To Act

What? Everything Shot, No Dap

Shorty A Thottie, I’m All In Her Back

Like, Ayo, Touch, Shit Got A Kick

Like, Beam On The Blick, Can’t Miss

He Not A Shooter, He Oot In My Spliff

Like, Keep A Lilo, I Cannot Get Stich

He Dead, Tell By The Twitch

Free My Brothers, I Know They Won’t Snitch

Like, Like, What? I’ma Get Strange

Ooter Got Aim, Like Limitless Range

Like, Please Do Not Get Me Upset

My Bitch A Baddie, She Click It The Best, Damn

Like, What? Like, What? Bitch, Glah, Glah, Glah

 

Glah

(Chee On The Beat)

Glah, Glah

 

Oh He Want War? Let’s Do It

Man, That Nigga A Bitch, I See Through Him

They Know Mikey A Demon, He Ready

I Pass Him The Knocker And Brodie Gon’ What?

They Know My Body, The Knock On My Body

She Be Fiendin’ To Suck On My Body

Nigga A Dummy, Can’t Go Out Like Who?

Everything Deady Nigga, Who Gon’—?

Everything Dead, Put The Dot On His Chest

Only Head Shots, Don’t Invest In A—

Aim Like A Cop, Goin’ Ku With The Tech

Catch Him And Cut Him And Put Out His Chest

They Know I’m A Stepper

They Can’t Step With Me, Big 41, I Know I Can’t Get Stopped

Jerry My Brother, He Throw Up The Dub

If I Say, ”Oot That Nigga” He Gon’ Flock

Don’t Be A Dummy And Die Wit Ya’ Knocks

He Ain’t Tough, Only Tough With His Knocks

Please Don’t Run, Two Beams On The Glock

Bad Lil’ Bitch, Got Aim Like A—

Walk In The Party, They Bitch On My Body

That’s Probably Why Niggas Don’t Like Me

It Get Scary, I Put On My Shiesty

I Don’t Politic, Please Don’t Write Me

Way Too Oppy, How Can I Lack?

Ballin’ On Court, But These Niggas Is Trash

It Gon’ Get Scary, I Pass It To Cash

Ain’t No Hesi’, She A Ooter Like What?

Know I’ma Bug Out, I’ma Spazz

When The Opps Playin’ Defence, They Lack

She Call Me Daddy, I Am Not Her Dad

.40 Gon’ Hit Him, Make His Mama Sad, Bitch

Bro Totin’ On KD, I’m Totin’ On Jackie

Big 4-1, Gang’nem Jack Me

When I See The Opps, I Get Happy

Lato Got The ‘Lato, Jenny Got The Gat

Shorty A Demon, I Pass Her The Knocker

Keep My Gun, I Ain’t Goin’ Out Sadly

Don’t Know Who Did It, I Don’t Know Who Shot Him

He Got A Head Tap, I Was Cappy, Bitch

 

Everything Dead

4-1 Shots To The Head Like Damn

All The Opps Is Dead

Dead, Dead, Dead

Dead, Dead, Dead

It’s Carter, Dickhead...