Be My Fetish

[Intro: Ruben Slikk, Mr. B the Poshstronaut, and Lofty305] (...B, bitch, welcome to the Kush-) Hello? Ay, what's up y'all boys? What's up? What y'all boys know about that onion or that white? Uh, nah buddy I can get that? Nah, you can't dawg, he dry Whatchu' mean no? Dawg, he dry, I just told you fuckboy! Aw, fuck Pussy ass nigga Okay, okay, okay, okay I'ma holla at y'all boys though, alright? I'ma see y'all boys later, though Man, fuck you Fuck you, don't call me no more, nigga, you a snitch Alright, gotta go [?] Yo' daddy's a cop, nigga, fuck you Alright, peace Ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, ay, ay (Fah-fah-fah-fah-bop-bop-bop) Ay, ay, ay, ay (Fah-fah-fah-fah-bop-bop-bop) Ay, ay, ay, ay (Fah-fah-fah-fah-bop-bop-bop) Ay, ay, ay (Fah-fah-fah-fah-bop-bop-bop) [Chorus: Lofty305] Niggas goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round Call me 15, lay that nigga on the ground Best believe in the chopper, yeah, it's going down Goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round Niggas goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round Call me 15, lay that nigga on the ground Best believe in the choppa', yeah, it's going down Goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round [Verse 1: Lofty305] I'm tired of the Ratatouille ooey-gooey chumps Who he? Snitch nigga, bitch nigga, grow a pussy and some booty Scared of the jail cell so you might as well tell Boy, I see yo' rat tail, to you I will not sell Echo on my Nextel when I call your number Maybe you could catch me if I was a little dumber Real niggas over here catching [?] slumber Cutting niggas off like axe to a lumber Ratting-ass nigga, I'ma call you Winslow We ain't Catdog, nigga, we ain't kinfolk You was acting suspect straight from the intro Calling 'bout cocaine, asking for indo' You can send yo' texts and requests Straight to the fiery pit of Hell in which you rest Sometime in the future when somebody shoot ya' Snitching ass niggas get fried like yuca [Chorus: Lofty305] Niggas goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round Call me 15, lay that nigga on the ground Best believe in the chopper, yeah, it's going down Goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round Niggas goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round Call me 15, lay that nigga on the ground Best believe in the choppa', yeah, it's going down Goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round [Verse 2: Mr. B the Poshstronaut] I be trying to stay faithful while these niggas going fed I just rather be popped than my morals in the bed Fuck a fed and all these niggas snitching on me Trying to come around my place planting shit on me Think I'm naïve, nigga? Aw hell, fuck that Yeah, no time for coke, man, nigga, fuck that Real niggas stand up, fair niggas fall back Getting mango with the lawn, give they dad a call back Yeah, you know who you are, I done seen you at yo' car With yo' daddy right beside you taking cuffs off yo' arm, man Sound the alarm 'cause these perpetrators hearing you Nominee for newest fed nigga of the year Yeah, nigga, I done said it and no, I don't regret it Memorizing every cop then acting to forget it Stupid nigga turn you in for a little piece of lettuce But he don't understand that my gun be my fetish, bitch [Chorus: Lofty305] Niggas goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round Call me 15, lay that nigga on the ground Best believe in the chopper, yeah, it's going down Goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round Niggas goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round Call me 15, lay that nigga on the ground Best believe in the choppa', yeah, it's going down Goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round [Verse 3: Ruben Slikk] [?] ain't shit, black nine Full clip, weed splitting on them snitching ass pussies Stimulating high strap, pressing rounds on them rat Now they wet like I left they bitch pussy Fuck niggas, call them crackers, steady acting like a manic Crying like a girl before the fucking jury Bootleg deploys, unemployed Got roped by them boys, now they snitching like the movie Some niggas know killers who be chopping snitchers Up like a motherfucking strawberry smoothie So when them crackers tell you snitch, better button up yo' lip 'Less yo' ass wanna die, don't do it Nerd ass tattletale, put a nigga in a cell I ain't tripping 'cause my life is a movie Fear flow felony, heart bitter like lemons be AC got me shivering like a jit in the spelling bee Oh, he draped in red for that murder, these niggas telling me Stay free, don't fall for the dream that the crackers selling me ... [Chorus: Lofty305] Niggas goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round Call me 15, lay that nigga on the ground Best believe in the chopper, yeah, it's going down Goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round Niggas goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round Call me 15, lay that nigga on the ground Best believe in the choppa', yeah, it's going down Goin' fed, we don't need ya' 'round