Universal Soldier Lyrics - Singles - Fetti Cash

Universal Soldier 

(aYo! what up yall its ya boy fetti cash 

I'm just here to do my thing man 

I get money I do whatever I do 

Dont 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 sh*t up, or better yet 

Wrap sh*t 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 sh*t up, or better yet 

Wrap sh*t 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 U.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 f*cking with me 

(chorus): 

If its money that yall want 

Come get it I got it 

If its beef that yall want 

I got heat for you 

I'm a universal soldier so yall f*cking with who 

Yall n*ggas f*cking with who? 

(Verse 2): 

The streets got it f*cked 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 sh*t 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 sh*t cause its baking soda 

I ain't no paper soldier I'ma U.S soldier 

I ain't flossing I'm just bossing I'm the best at my sh*t 

Brickstacks yeah I used to bubble packs but homie 

That didn't really make me, how the f*ck 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)