Fetch

[Verse l] I'm so sick of Niggas talking shit who ain't in my position Who the fuck asked you motherfuck yo opinion No new friends I ain't adding any additions I've Got too many suspicions Dom went cold turkey fighting addiction Demons got me locked inside this submission But It was never submissive Tired of the fables niggas be spinning Hard keeping steady through these transition Militant mind on a mission Niggas can't choose a side. They stay switching Really Most a yall as loyal as bitches So no don't need a mistress Please stay back just keep yo distance And stay the fuck out of my business I'm out this bitch [Chorus] I don't fetch for niggas Rare I respect these niggas I Ain't a friend of nigga I Been riding solo since My fucking father dipped Swear I don't owe yall shit So Stay up off my dick Bitch [Verse ll[ Just to clarify Only two Niggas I fuck with Number ones the day one the nigga who i grew up with And dom my ride or die so that's the nigga I'm stuck with Can't fuck with most case most of yall on that fuckshit Fucking up but I'm still always upping the ante Rarely ball but I'm still ball deep in ya aunty Digging like a starving nigga inside yo pantry Got her gushing like a geyser gushy sweeter then candy I Ain't been desperate since an adolescent Never stagnant always learn my lessons I took my whooping count my blessings Fuck yo flexing I'm progressing Mastered the art of finessing So Never second guessing Mexican standoff kinda tension When I step into the section Bet they start reaching for they weapons These issues never pressing Just make yo shot count cause real life ain't got hit detection If you coming at my neck you best have done protection [Chorus] Don't fetch for niggas Rare I respect these niggas I Ain't a friend of nigga I Been riding solo since My fucking father dipped i Swear I don't owe y'all shit So Stay up off my dick [Verse lll] I admit I Fucked up once but you won’t fool me twice Try to cross me and i’ll put you in the jaws of a vice Yall Took advantage of the kid so now he’s not so polite The only thing I feel pumping through these veins is ice I be Up and at em y'all fumblin this ain't madden Ain't two hand touch no padding Just s backstabbing and grabbin On the Back of the bus With a couple a bucks Fresh out of my fucks Ran outta niggas to trust Yall can find me on the On the forefront The front lines Double Dutch over land mines Camel clutch til I crush spines Double damage with punchlines Sweep em of they feet now that's landslide Catch a nigga talking sweet just might get some jail time Why Cause These Bitches stay hating Like Nigga stay out ganging Like mama's stay up praying That They sons ain't out slanging Or out with the gang banging Cause niggas is not playing Duck when they k spraying Never know never know who the aiming for