Used 2

All my niggas out rocking fendi spitting facts
This Chanel N°9 with them Prada kicks to match
Niggas I don't fuck with getting bags
This shit on me custom I don't even got to brag
(I don't even got to brag)
And I'm used to popping tags that shit light

Speeding ticket on me I don't stop at red lights
Thirty different colors on diamonds my that shit bright
Forty different pointers on my wrist baby bite
FN hold a hundred, shoot a hundred at a time
She said what you do?
Baby i get paid to rhyme
All my niggas in the city bitch they might commit a crime
If you want the smoke It ain't nothing boy just say that
I was raised by OG's No I do not play that
All my niggas out rocking fendi
I can't drop a twenty
Gave that boy the beats like my first name Kenny
Shit I'm ducking dodging feds spinning blocks in my city
I had 30's on me heavy shit it's plenty on me Denny

All my niggas out rocking fendi spitting facts
(Shit it's plenty on me Denny)
This Chanel N°9 with them Prada kicks to match
(I'm a butcher just like Benny)
Niggas I don't fuck with getting bags
(I'm a)
This shit on me custom uh I don't even got to brag
(Hold)
And I'm used to popping tags that shit light
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Damn baby that shit light
If you want it baby swipe that shit light
Dun nun dun nun
Dun nun dun nun
That shit light
22 34 that shit light
223 shoot out the uh that shit uh
2 2 uh F and N that shit light
Carbon fiber on my gun that shit light
Carbon fiber on my whip that shit ah



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Writer(s): Edgar Key
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