Fettuccine - DB.Boutabag

Fettuccine

DB.Boutabag

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Lyric

Ooh, Saul

I'm Boutabag, ain't gotta ask me

I'm Boutabag, ain't gotta ask me

Free my drillers out that cage

All my niggas really demons (Free my hitters)

Not trippin' off a nigga, Bag Klan

Better believe it (I'm Boutabag)

She fiendin', gave the lil' bitch dick

Now she screamin' (Now she mad)

How this fifty clock

Got a nigga in here cheesin' (I'm in here cryin')

I'm really tired of these niggas talkin' macho (Talkin' macho)

'Bout my fettuccine, cook a nigga like a taco (Get that nigga)

You niggas weenies, that's on God

That's on my vatos (That's on God)

Bitch, I'm from South Sac', that be Iraq

Where you cannot go (I'm from Iraq)

Bad bitch slim thick, Mexicano (She hella bad)

Sippin' on Belaire

Won't catch me pourin' out moscato (Sippin' Henny)

I been smokin' dope

Been rollin' out the fronto (Out the fronto)

Been hit the road, been rockin' with my vatos (Skrrt)

A nigga turnin' down a fade, he got shot though (Gang)

You win some, you lose most

I know niggas gon' rock though (He gon' rock)

Same niggas I was broke with

That's the same niggas I'll rock for (I'm gon' rock)

You not for, brody wet a nigga like a poncho (Wet him up)

I'm really tired of these niggas talkin' macho (Talkin' macho)

My fettuccine, cook a nigga like a taco (Get that nigga)

You niggas weenies, that's on God

That's on my vatos (That's on God)

Bitch, I'm from South Sac', that be Iraq

Where you cannot go (I'm from Iraq)

I'm really tired of these niggas talkin' macho (I swear to God)

My fettuccine, cook a nigga like a taco (Skrrt, skrrt)

You niggas weenies, that's on God

That's on my vatos (That's on God)

Bitch, I'm from South Sac', that be Iraq

Where you cannot go (Gang, gang)

Speak on Herb or Dollas, we gon' blow niggas

Dome niggas (Gang)

Two, four, six, eight, ten different poles with us (Hella poles)

Brody got the 'Wood, my big brother tryna roll niggas

Ayy (He tryna roll)

Heard you talkin' out your neck

Then we expose niggas (We expose)

Step into my soul's thunder

Told him he a soul hunter, ayy (Take a soul)

Disrespect, I gotta beat him

Like he stole somethin' (Beat his ass)

Now I'm comin' up

I swear these niggas think I owe somethin' (They think I owe)

Two clocks clockin' in this clock

I'm on the road with it (I'm out here clockin')

Bitch, I'm out here smokin'

All these meds just like an old nigga (I'm hella old)

How your brother die, but you ain't slide?

You a cold nigga (You hella cold)

Bitch, I'm out here feelin' like I'm Steez

I'm hella bold with it (I'm hella bold)

Bitches all on, and yeah, she suckin' on the, uh

I'm really tired of these niggas talkin' macho (I swear to God)

Cook a nigga like a taco (Gang, gang)

You niggas weenies, that's on God

That's on my vatos (Skrrt)

Bitch, I'm from South Sac', that be Iraq

Where you can not go (I'm from Iraq)

Ayy, you talkin' macho (Talkin' macho)

Pullin' up with, like a taco (Skrrt)

Ayy, that's on my vatos

Where you cannot go

I'm really tired of these niggas talkin' macho (Swear to God)

'Bout fettuccine, cook a nigga like a taco (For the cheddar)

You niggas weenies, that's on God

That's on my vatos (That's on God)

Bitch, I'm from South Sac', that be Iraq

Where you cannot go (I'm from Iraq)

I'm really tired of these niggas talkin' macho (I swear to God)

'Bout my fettuccine, cook a nigga like a taco (For my cheese)

You niggas weenies, that's on God

That's on my vatos (That's on God)

Bitch, I'm from South Sac', that be Iraq

Where you cannot go (I'm from Iraq)

Gang

- It's already the end -