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16yrold

"Fettucine Alfredo"

[Intro: Smokepurpp]
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16yrold

Woah, b*tch
Lil Purpp, uh
Keep it Z3N

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
I keep the FN, I keep a Beretta
Them .223 bullets shred right through his leather
I get the cheese, Fettuccine Alfredo
He came with a bag and he left with a halo
I get the racks and I stretch 'em like Play-Doh
n*gga test me, I kill people like Tadoe
I sip the lean, yeah, that's R.I.P. Fredo
Shooters on payroll, they shoot if I say so

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Bet this extendo can line up your Chakra
Hang with some murderers, they might white-chalk ya
Chopper on me, that b*tch singing like opera
That b*tch got titties, she takin' her top off
Yeah, that's my b*tch, and she doin' the dog walk
You n*ggas is b*tches, belong in the dog park
Look at my sweater, don't touch it, it's fleece
Don't know her name but that b*tch on her knees

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
I keep the FN, I keep a Beretta
Them .223 bullets shred right through his leather
I get the cheese, fettuccine Alfredo
He came with a bag and he left with a halo
I get the racks and I stretch 'em like Play-Doh
n*gga test me, I kill people like Tadoe
I sip the lean, yeah, that's R.I.P. Fredo
Shooters on payroll, they shoot if I say so
I keep the FN, I keep a Beretta
Them .223 bullets shred right through his leather
I get the cheese, Fettuccine Alfredo
He came with a bag and he left with a halo
I get the racks and I stretch 'em like Play-Doh
n*gga test me, I kill people like Tadoe
I sip the lean, yeah, that's R.I.P. Fredo
Shooters on payroll, they shoot if I say so

[Verse 2: TTO K.T.]
I keep a scrub but K.T. not a doctor
I went to Coachella in a helicopter
I told my b*tch, ho, come feel on big papa
I write all my sh*t, yeah, K.T. is a author
All of my old sh*t is harder than your hardest artist that you n*ggas got on your roster
Raf off the runway, the ice Elliante, I'm hot like Picante, your b*tch say the di*k great
My pants is grande, the BB that match with the VVs, I'm streamin', no CDs
Gang talk, posted with some bloods and some big Bs
I don't want a ratchet hood b*tch, I want a RiRi
f*ck with Lil Purpp, we put shots in your tater
Gucci my loafers, they made out of gator
n*ggas keep runnin' off with lil' sound
I guess I'm your father like I'm Darth Vader

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
I keep the FN, I keep a Beretta
Them .223 bullets shred right through his leather
I get the cheese, Fettuccine Alfredo
He came with a bag and he left with a halo
I get the racks and I stretch 'em like Play-Doh
n*gga test me, I kill people like Tadoe
I sip the lean, yeah, that's R.I.P. Fredo
Shooters on payroll, they shoot if I say so
I keep the FN, I keep a Beretta
Them .223 bullets shred right through his leather
I get the cheese, Fettuccine Alfredo
He came with a bag and he left with a halo
I get the racks and I stretch 'em like Play-Doh
n*gga test me, I kill people like Tadoe
I sip the lean, yeah, that's R.I.P. Fredo
Shooters on payroll, they shoot if I say so

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