Fetti Cash - Universal Soldier Lyrics
Universal Soldier(aYo! what up yall its ya boy fetti cashI'm just here to do my thing manI get money I do whatever I doDont hate on meCause hey I mean hating is not gon' getYall no whereIf hating on me getting ya rich...keep hatingKeep on hating manYo stick I'm going to the top man)(Verse):What yall wanna see F clap sh*t up, or better yetWrap sh*t up cause F spit rapidly fires and blow outYa amplifiers, yes I'm most hated cause I do what I do and IScrew who I screw I play the low cause F is a professionalNo sir, I ain't tryna lose I ain't one dun front onceIf ya might let you.....ughh! (one more time shiz, one more time)What yall wanna see F clap sh*t up, or better yetWrap sh*t up cause F spit rapidly fires and blow outYa amplifiers, yes I'm most hated cause I do what I do and IScrew who I screw I play the low cause F is a professionalNo sir, I ain't tryna lose I'm tryna get rich my dude or die tryingI ain't 50 but many men and many whores wish death on theCrooked eye ya know the bandit always come out swingingI ain't the one dun front once and I might let you cool breezeFront again and you never seen again, I'm a webside hooliganAnd a U.S representative, haters hate me but they still wannaRide with me, I roll with my set cause F's a GI'm a wild cowboy now whose f*cking with me(chorus):If its money that yall wantCome get it I got itIf its beef that yall wantI got heat for youI'm a universal soldier so yall f*cking with whoYall n*ggas f*cking with who?(Verse 2):The streets got it f*cked up talking like fetti ain't eatingYou can't be serious Fetti Cash is a hustlerI tip toed back in the game with 16 yams4 weeks later your boy copping a hunnit yamsMy dude showed me the chef sh*t now I'm one of the best cooksI put the coke in a pot and let it bake down to the oilI don't buy that hard sh*t cause its baking sodaI ain't no paper soldier I'ma U.S soldierI ain't flossing I'm just bossing I'm the best at my sh*tBrickstacks yeah I used to bubble packs but homieThat didn't really make me, how the f*ck you think I got the name fettiI got it from bronx dale and I can tell you a bronx taleFaggot I never tattle tell, Fetti Cash ain't never a ratI run circles around you haters traps in factI'm a bread winner(chorus 2x)
