[Hook x2: Fetti Gang]
This that dope flow, make you want to smoke yo
N***as getting higher than the motherfucking ozone
Game in a choke hold, lame n***as go home
'Fore you fuck around and get hit with the four-four
Oh no, them boys is whylin'
Fetti Gang, them boys is whylin'
GBE 300, my youngins, you know them boys is violent

[Verse 1: Fetti Gang]
Fetti Gang we violent, from Chiraq to Atlanistan
Our feet touch U.S. soil, but it's feeling like Afghanistan
It's a war outside, no man is safe huh
Either die like a coward, or strap up and stay strong
Taliban my state, feeling suicidal
So sick in the head, doc won't even check my vitals
I still feel like a bloodhound, after pulling up then drawing down
With 100 blocks, assault rounds
Either lay it down or get laid down

[Hook]

[Verse 2: SD]
See them boys be whylin', we come through loud and silenced
Fetti Gang they whylin', they got choppers that'll blow like ?
My n***as stunt, they bout it
We wild, we leave them frowning
I got a bad Italian, throw hundred's make her pile it
All my n***as know is gang bang, boy don't get your ass ?
All my n***as on a rampage, got your bitch doing a campaign
I'mma ball, they complicate
Each spray, they andale
Catch a body, he lingerie
Let his body be a runaway
Let's get it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Fetti Gang]
You better cool it down, cause my boys be whylin'
With the black gloves and them black masks, my boys get violent
Got a hundred rounds with 300 n***as, that'll bring out sirens
Got cold hearts that never gave a fuck, and we love the violence
Fuck all the small talk, Fetti Gang gang bang
Hit 'em with the Chief Keef, pussy n***as get bang banged
We got these n***as scared, cause we coppin' 'em like terrorists
We some new n***as like marriages, I hope you better cherish it
[Hook]