Who composed the song “Fetti” by Young Thug?

The song “Fetti” by Young Thug was composed by Jeffery Williams, Symere Woods, Willie Maxwell.

Fetti

Jeffery Williams, Symere Woods, Willie Maxwell

Ay yo man, we got Juug motherfuckin' man
We got the Thugger Thugger, we got Lil Uzi

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don't bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let's count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it

I'm 'bout to stop fuckin' with niggas I know ain't with it (fuck 'em)
You lil fuck niggas is momma boys, go suck a titty (bitch!)
Fuck it, I cop a new ride and
I pick up some hoes in the city (skrrt!)
Mollies on person, you know I get Nerf in it, freaky
No barbaric bitch, I got on some Burberry
I keep them blue Benjamins on me for credit
If you go on this move you might get you a slice like a deli
Big choppers, I got lots of bullets and trailers
I'm a big dog, I'm a big dog
Be with my boy, pina colada
I am a tiger, fuck a Mufasa
I shit like a diaper, I'm never gon' wife her
Swear, swear, I'm never gon' wife her
I catch her the bed and I fuck out the lights
I swear I'm in Europe, but I don't got Facetime, baby girl, we can Skype

Yeah, why your bitch on me? Yeah
Yeah, all of my boxers be Tommy
Don't run up on me y'all
My little bitch is a gangster, she tote that .40 y'all
Drive that foreign like a Chevy, envy Thugger and Young Fetty
Yeah, I'm countin' all that fetti, nowadays my jewelry heavy
Ya I'm rockin' on designer clothes
Ya nowadays sharin' my hoes
Ya everyday hear 'bout this dough
Just in case you didn't know
I had your bitch on my phone
Little nigga now you know
Pull up right there on your block
You know Thugger got the pole, yeah
Now I be gettin' them knots
Lil Uzi rockin' them shows yahh
Countin' fetti, not a rapper
Treat the game like rock and roll ya

You pick the Louie come straight out the box
I play with Fetti but my name ain't Wap
Hop out that truck and I hop in the drop
Hit from the back but I love her on top
What would you do for the cash?
Care what you do for the cash
I'm talkin' that money with Thugger right now while we thumb through a bag
Still on the block, yeah I still do that work
Still movin' snow and that purp
Niggas own G's, oh don't play with the air, killer put a hole in your shirt
Hit a nigga where it hurt
I'mma get her out her skirt
Shoot an Uzi by my nigga Uzi in the winter time ridin' vert'
Diamonds flashin' like an ambulance
In the bank doin' the money dance
Overseas with a foreign bitch, she red for me, gotta get a tan
What would you do for this paper baby?
Still screamin' fuck a hater baby
I'm the Cavs, you the Lakers baby
Gated cribs sit on acres baby, Juug

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