Fetti Cash – Universal Soldier lyrics

Universal Soldier
(Ayo! What up yall it's ya boy fetti cash
I'm just here to do my thing man
I get money I do whatever I do
Don't hate on me
Cause hey I mean hating is not gon' get
Yall no where
If hating on me getting ya rich... Keep hating
Keep on hating man
Yo stick I'm going to the top man)

[Verse:]:
What yall wanna see F clap shit up, or better yet
Wrap shit up cause F spit rapidly fires and blow out
Ya amplifiers, yes I'm most hated cause I do what I do and I
Screw who I screw I play the low cause F is a professional
No sir, I ain't tryna lose I ain't one dun front once
If ya might let you... Ughh! (one more time shiz, one more time)

What yall wanna see F clap shit up, or better yet
Wrap shit up cause F spit rapidly fires and blow out
Ya amplifiers, yes I'm most hated cause I do what I do and I
Screw who I screw I play the low cause F is a professional
No sir, I ain't tryna lose I'm tryna get rich my dude or die trying
I ain't 50 but many men and many whores wish death on the
Crooked eye ya know the bandit always come out swinging
I ain't the one dun front once and I might let you cool breeze
Front again and you never seen again, I'm a webside hooligan
And a you. S representative, haters hate me but they still wanna
Ride with me, I roll with my set cause F's a G
I'm a wild cowboy now whose fucking with me

[Chorus:]:
If it's money that yall want
Come get it I got it
If it's beef that yall want
I got heat for you
I'm a universal soldier so yall fucking with who
Yall niggas fucking with who?

[Verse 2:]:
The streets got it fucked up talking like fetti ain't eating
You can't be serious Fetti Cash is a hustler
I tip toed back in the game with 16 yams
4 weeks later your boy copping a hunnit yams
My dude showed me the chef shit now I'm one of the best cooks
I put the coke in a pot and let it bake down to the oil
I don't buy that hard shit cause it's baking soda
I ain't no paper soldier I'ma you. S soldier
I ain't flossing I'm just bossing I'm the best at my shit
Brickstacks yeah I used to bubble packs but homie
That didn't really make me, how the fuck you think I got the name fetti
I got it from bronx dale and I can tell you a bronx tale
Faggot I never tattle tell, Fetti Cash ain't never a rat
I run circles around you haters traps in fact
I'm a bread winner

(Chorus 2x)