Trap Queen lyrics - Fetty Wap
RGF productions
Remy Boyz, yah-ah
1738
I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello"
Seen your pretty ass soon as you came in the door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixing for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
We be counting up, watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal, talking matching Lambos
At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though
Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans, though
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies
I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello"
I hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands
I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wanting for nothing because I got her everything
It's big ZooWap from the bando
Remind me where I can't go
Remy Boyz got the stamp though
Count up hella them bands though
Boy how far can your bands go?
Fetty Wap, I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
If you checking for my pockets I'm like…
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies
I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello"
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixing for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
We be counting up, watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal, talking matching Lambos
At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boyz, Fetty eating shit up, that's fasho
I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe
'Cause Remy Boyz or nothing
Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing
[Nitt Da Gritt:]
(She my trap queen)
Yeah, you hear my boy
(She my trap queen)
Sounding like a zillion bucks on the track
(She my trap queen)
I got whatever on my boy, whatever
(And I get high with my baby)
Put your money where your mouth is
Money on the wood make the game go good
Money out of sight cause fights
Put up or shut up, huh?
Nitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions
(ZooWap)
679 lyrics - Fetty Wap (with Montana Bucks)
("Up Next" Version)
[Fetty Wap:]
Yeah, baby, 17
(Remy Boy lifestyle)
Ay, ay look
[Fetty Wap:]
Baby girl, you're so damn fine though
I'm tryna know if I could hit it from behind though
I'm sipping on you like some fine wine though
And when it's over, I press rewind though
You talking bands, girl, I got it
Benjamins all in my pocket
I traded in my trues for some robins
He playing Batman, Fetty's gon' rob him
I got a Glock in my 'rari, 17 shots, no 38
I got a Glock in my 'rari, 17 shots, no 38
[Hook - Fetty Wap:]
I'm like, yeah, she's fine
Wonder when she'll be mine
She walk past, i press rewind
To see that ass one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
Ay, yeah, baby
[Montana Bucks:]
Tell me what you see
Is it money or it's me?
I smoke twenty, smell the weed
I got hunnies in my V
They like, Monty, can you be my baby daddy, I'm like, yeah
I got robins on my jeans, you see the wings on every pair
All you see is Remy Boyz, you know my niggas everywhere
And if somebody got a problem, we could meet up anywhere
Now go say some
Don't you niggas play dumb
You know where we came from
You don't want sauce, no A1
[Hook]
[Fetty Wap:]
ZooWap, Monty
ZooWap, Monty
Yeah, baby, Remy Boyz
Make It lyrics - Fetty Wap
Ay, yeaaaah
1738
Squad
Remy Boyz, my niggas ready and shit
Next car I pull out might be a Chevy and shit
Linguini, extra pasta, that’s spaghetti and shit
C-coming through with automatics gunning the shit
My squad a bunch of bosses, we are running the shit
R-Remy Boyz or nothing, what you saying and shit
Disrespect my squad, I’ma spray ‘em and shit
F-Fetty Wap got it, then she saying the shit
I got the shit on smash, I ain’t playing and shit
Look, I could sing or I could rap, that’s my advantage and shit
Look, watch how I show off front of them cameras and shit
Ay, I’ma act like I ain’t got no manners and shit
Cause I ain’t never had a fancy ‘rari and shit
Look, bitches coming fresh from off a island and shit
E-Every time I hear my name, I start to wylin’ and shit
Ay, rookie off the bench, now I’m starting the shit
Everything a nigga on, I start to scoring and shit
Chicago Bulls, in '96, I'm Jordan and shit
I told NittDaGritt that we gon get the millions and shit
And you a motherfucking lie if you ain’t feeling the shit, Squad!
[Hook:]
I promised all my niggas we gon make it
4th and inches, we ain’t scared, we gon take it
W-Watch the look on all these niggas faces
C-Coming through in the foreign like we racing
I promised all my niggas we gon make it
4th and inches, we ain’t scared, we gon take it
W-Watch the look on all these niggas faces
C-Coming through in the foreign like we raciiiiing
Fetty Cash my gotdamn name
From the trap, ain’t a damn thing changed
B-Bought my mother that brand new range
Showed my son a brand new way
And for my sisters, I just bought an AK
Let it spray, let it spray, let it spraaaay
And grandpa, for you I pray
Rest in peace Grandpa Jay
Vanessa rain on me or my sister
Rest in peace, two million for my nieces
And they twins, that’s a mil a piece man
Before you take me, answer please
Answer my prayers for me
Every night before I sleep
From you I ask of thee, fulfill my every needs
Watch for my family, guide me across these streets
And when it’s said and done
I’ll give you all of me
[Hook]
Instagram lyrics - Fetty Wap
1738
ZooWap!
Squad!
Ay, look
RemyBoy ZooWap, scrolling through my insta
Baby girl looking too hot, I hit her in her dm
Can we meet in the pm or something?
Every pic, she see me, I be stunting, ay
I’m a boss and her nigga be fronting, ugh
He my worker, I run it or something, ugh
Payday I’m writing his check, ugh
Disrespect Wap, then he can get left, ay
I’m with RemyBoy Monty, we back to back in Audis
Smoking dope like a zombie, the windows getting cloudy
Monty said he want the lambo and ZooWap want the ‘rari
P-Dice in the phantom with bitches going gnarly
Walk in with the damn bands and get the party started
Fetty Wap rocking champions, my shoes is Michael Jordan
RGF on my camp end ‘cause now, they got me balling
Keep the rock on my damn hand and I ain’t talking Spalding
Disrespecting my damn camp, I’ll personally off them
I just went to the damn land to show them how I’m flossing
Remy Boyz got the damn stamp and me and Monty bosses
Remy Boyz got the damn stamp and me and Monty bosses, Squad!
[Hook:]
I seen your ass on Instagram, baby
You became an instant friend, baby
With you, I just gotta win, baby
Look at all these benjamins, baby
Double-tap on your pics, fifteen seconds of love
Them videos you posting, followers going up
Seen your ass on Instagram, baby
Seen your ass on Instagram, yeaaah yeah
Lil mama, what you doing for the weekend?
‘Cause you already know what I’m thinking baby
Dive up in your loving like I’m sinking baby
And I got what you need, fuck is you thinking baby?
Wha-what the price is? It don’t matter
‘Cause I got it, girl you priceless
A millionaire at twenty-four, fuck is the crisis
But Fetty Wap before I up my fucking prices
‘Cause I’m worth it, everything I’m on, I Dr. Jay it
I’m Erving, bitches throw it at me with no pass
And I’m curving, watch me how I come through in my ‘rari
I’m swerving, you basic niggas cannot equal up
When I’m splurging, everything I do, boy I finesse it
And I can count a hundred bands and get to flexing
E-e-everything I do, boy I finesse it
Fuck nigga, I’m from 12th & 22nd
[Hook]
Throw It Back lyrics - Fetty Wap (feat. Khaos)
[Hook:]
Cause everything you off, I wanna see
I can’t believe you falling for a g’
Cause girl, we only fucking for the moment
Girl, I need you to throw it back
I’m like everything you off, I wanna see
I can’t believe you falling for a g’
Cause girl, we only fucking for the moment
Girl, I need you to throw it back
If I roll this wood, girl, I’m gon forget you
You claiming you a hitta, you don’t own a pistol
I couldn't buy one, so I had to get two
And girl, your track slipping so I had to get glue
And I ain’t tryna play you, I ain’t tryna diss you
But, if you sucking my dick, then, I ain’t tryna kiss you
Said bitch, why is you texting asking if I miss you?
Cause if I missed you, bitch, I would’ve hit you
You only gave me top, I ain’t even dicked you
Telling people we together, bitch, that’s the issue
You thought that Benz was mine, bitch, it was a rental
Fucked your sister and your cousin, even fucked your friends too
Said bitch, I’m disrespectful, I thought I should tell you
But I heard that income tax was coming in the mail soon
Look, bitch, I want my money for them damn hotel rooms
Every penny, I’ma flip it, throw it on the ‘gram soon
[Hook]
[Khaos:]
Got them niggas hating on me ‘cause I got money
Hate them flexing niggas that be moving funny
If you the whip man, best believe, you a lick
Ruger with the beam, that’s about fifty hits
Wylin’ off the shit, me and Fetty drilling shit
Snatching corners, bending shit is my in my Infinity
High as hell sipping lean, barely can’t see
Khaos, hello pussy, dare you to try me
Flipping shit [?]
Bitch, your pussy wet, we was looking like relief
From all these bitches, all I care about is cheese
Had your thot in the back and she on her knees
[Hook]
Wap Thru lyrics - Fetty Wap
Ayeeeee
Yeaaaaaaaaaaa
7-7-1738 Oooahh oooahhh ooooahhhhhhhhh baby
I be yelling out squad when I walk thru
Got some bitches outside toting guns too
Throwing up gang sign cause we want to
Hella bands hella guwop How I come thru
Nip the Grips and stunt how I want to
Engine in the back trunk in the front too
Hollow tips bullets in ya front tooth
Drill shit bullets in ya new coop
Feel this Fetty Wap is too cool
Young nigga leader of the new school
Robins traded in my old trues
6's sitting on the new scoop
I'd done walked in with jays on my feet
Hold back on wedges come and roll up my weed
Remy and bali they know how it is
Bad boys and bitches they all came for me
People are watching me just like T.V
Remy boy wap give them something to see
Remy boys up watch when we hit T.V
3 of us sold us a million a piece
I be feeling like Wap when I walk thru
I be bagging all the thots when I walk thru
I be throwing hella guwop when I walk thru
She gon' make that pussy pop when I want to
Now watch me, watch me, watch me wap thru
Watch me wapppp through, Now watch me wappppppppp through baby
Like who she talk to
I got band signs too
Ya bitch she fine too
I make her mine too
That's what the wine do
Remy boys or nuttin' My niggas are stuntin'
These niggas are bluffin' We threw hella hunneds
Coutin' up the money and we be movie stuntin'
SQUADDD ZUWAPP
Remy Boys RGF [?] gang or nuttin'
Fuck benigga
I said fuck boy & fuck nigga
Fuck benigga
AYO GRID LIKE FATHER LIKE SON MY NIGGA
SQUADDDD!
L.A.X lyrics - Fetty Wap
Balling like I'm Jordan jumping out the gym
Ain't no time for lacking, bitch we gotta win
Bitch I'm pistol packing, I could get 'em hit
And for a couple dollars, man the shit get lit
[x2]
Big ZooWap and Monty taking over the summer
Pulled up in that beamer, 36 on my Hummer
Pistol whipped the barrel, know big ZooWap a drummer
I'm riding with Brick Squad, tell big Guwop I'm coming
If Nitty want him gone, then I put two in his noggin
And we wildin' with 40 smoking dope screaming fuck it
If Nitty want him gone, then I put two in his noggin
And we wildin' with 40 smoking dope screaming fuck it
Smoking dope off in this bitch, I call it (Vinner)
Both my pockets fat, your shits are thinner
Smooth wood grain, won't catch a splinter
Fetty with his squad, my boys are hitters
Smoking dope off in this bitch, I call it (Vinner)
Both my pockets fat, your shits are thinner
Smooth wood grain, won't catch a splinter
Fetty is with his squad, my boys are hitters
[Hook]
My Chevy vette sitting up on 24's
Fetty Wap kitchen off of whipping blow
Rolling gas right before I hit the door
I don't forget my piece, I grab my 44
Trap god, sack god at the bando
Crack sack cost the same much as a Lambo
We got the same pistol but mine don't jam though
Bitch I'm the man ho, just let your friends (know)
I got them bands though, two big guns, I Rambo
I'm shining bright, they on the light just like a candle
My money right, her pussy tight, I'm tryna blam though
She rock the mic and just like eggs I'm bouta scramble
I hit the corner doing 50, I got that handle
I got a Spanish bitch, I fuck her in her sandals
And every bet they put me on, boy I dismantle
It's big ZooWap up in my trap, I let my fiends know
[Hook]
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