Lyrics BLAKE – Fella

Yeah
Fuck
Yeah
Yeah

Pull up, hop out, go crazy
It’s me creepin in that Mercedes
I’m a dog and I got rabies
Bitch, how dare you try to play me
Try to take me out my spot?
Fuck nah, not on my watch
And bitch I’m taking screenshots
Silly ass will get blocked, woah
I be low key, countin bucks up
You a broke nigga, shut the fuck up
All my niggas like to cut up
Ben Frank call, I’m like wassup? Yeah
Hit that bitch, don’t stop, woah
Show lil Blake what you got, woah
Knock a nigga outta his socks, woah
Chasin bags, no, I won’t stop

If she gone pop it

All my diamonds real water
At Pappadeaux’s like McDonald’s
Momma said I act like my father
Can’t control that bitch, not my problem
?
Wrist on shiver me timber’s
I been chasin bags since I was little
Stackin like I’m hibernating for winter, yeah
Hit that bitch, get missing
Niggas chit chat like bitches
Niggas luck came out different
Fuck nigga I gotta keep my distance
Damn lil Blake, you trippin
Damn lil Blake, no you didn’t
Hard headed nigga, I don’t listen, no
Stupid muhfucka I’m ignorant, yeah

If she gone pop it
She pop it for a poppin fella
Trippin bout these bitches
My nigga, get it together
Put the Sketchers on lil shawty
Glass slipper from Cinderella
Me and them blue bills flock together
Birds of a feather, yeah

Bow, yeah
Bow
Bow
Fuck
Bow
Bow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah