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letra de wet shit - fredrarrii

[intro: fredrarrii & dababy]
sm
(brrt)
pull up, wet sh-t
pull up, wet sh-t (uh-huh)
pull up, wet sh-t
yeah (baby)

[verse 1: fredrarrii]
pull up
see, i bend the block where you chill at and i ain’t playin’ that
i’m a big dawg and that’s small talk, you can k!ll that
all that talking crazy, i’ma up the fire, ain’t no ho in me
the new heroin, the new fetti, the new recipe
i’ll never tell on my guys, i keep a mac in the ride
i better not catch you outside
catch you outside, somebody gon’ die
you know i really be slidin’ with creatures
tell my young foolies to get you, they eat you
they spot you and drop you, you meetin’ that reaper
we bendin’ your block if ain’t payin’ for that feature
i be chasing that bag, i be running to the bag
my baby so mad, i told that b-tch just count this cash
i be in that h-llcat racin’ through the city fast
12 get behind me, told that lil’ b-tch i’m doin’ the dash, yeah

[chorus: fredrarrii]
pull up, wet sh-t
water on my wrist and my necklace
dissin’ on the gang, get your set hit
no water gun, n-gga, i’ll wet sh-t
i’ll leave your brains on the headrest
i’ll leave you layin’ where you stayin’ at
i’ll leave your brains on the headrest
i’ll leave you layin’ where you stayin’ at
pull up, wet sh-t
water on my wrist and my necklace
dissin’ on the gang, get your set hit
no water gun, n-gga, i’ll wet sh-t
i’ll leave your brains on the headrest
i’ll leave you layin’ where you stayin’ at
i’ll leave your brains on the headrest
i’ll leave you layin’ where you stayin’ at

[verse 2: dababy & fredrarrii]
baby
put a n-gga by his feet, yeah (uh-huh)
put his picture on a tee (a tee)
burn a n-gga, r.i.p. (yup)
he ’bout whatever, down to ride on a n-gga
but ain’t a n-gga rode on me (uh-uh)
yeah, they heard i’m givin’ out the smoke for the free (yeah)
but i still ain’t givin’ out no show for the free (yeah)
in the ‘telly chillin’ with a ho on her knees
she gon’ give me the drop on a ho n-gga (b-tch)
how the f-ck they let baby get money?
nah, it ain’t gon’ be fun if i beef with a broke n-gga (hah)
got a partner don’t even smoke weed (what he do?)
or smoke cigarettes, all he do is go smoke n-ggas (yup)
if these n-ggas pinocchio, wait ’til they lie, n-ggas’ nose’ll be long as a broom
n-ggas play like they gangster and turn into hoes when a real n-gga walk in the room (they hoes)
we pull up and come let off some shots
shot a look at the task, i’m like, “nope,” n-gga, vroom (vroom)
i pull up ferrari like fred
i draw down on the first n-gga try me, see red
it go down, ask the last n-gga tried me, he dead
now police tryna question my mama, she scared (yeah)

- fredrarrii

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