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)