Fendi (feat. Kidd Kritical)

Uh, cuz I'm buyin' all the fendi, spend the bag up on the wrist, on the wrist, on the wrist
Hey, man, it's Kritical, baby
Yeah
Chunk-E

Yes, sir
Yeah
Buyin' all the fendi, spend a bag up on the wrist
Pop it like a genie, guess I gotta make a wish

Kissin' on her lips, they so soft, so delish
I ain't gotta play no games, yeah, you better learn the biss
Searchin' for my henny, I just need another sip
Gotta do the show, get the bag and then I dip

Shawty lookin' good with them double D tits
Cuz it's Louis with the Gucci, had a cashout on the fit
I been makin' all this money, I don't worry bout a bitch
Tryna get up on me, cuz I'm young, cuz I'm rich

Pop the cap, pour it up, I'm lookin' for a fix
I'm takin' all this shrooms to the face to feel the trip
Gettin' high like all the time, baby, you know what it is
I'm buyin' what I want, I don't even need a list

Shawty on my body, she just likin' all the drip
It's hard to pay attention with this shit, I gotta live
Roll up in the Gotti, Chunk we better get somebody
Pushin' on the trigger, we in with the lottie-dottie

Handsome ass niggas always got somebody on me
Megan the stallion, gotta kill somebody, aye
I got fendi prada, got a lot of hoes, nigga
When I swingin' bout it, grippin' on a pole, nigga

When I throw a bout it, throwin' big fours, nigga
When I'm walkin' bout it, shoot eem at hoe, aye
When I pour it up, pour it in a double cup
The way we roll around, bitch, they always switchin' up

They always talkin' shit, actin' like I give a fuck
And when I'm pullin' up, bitch, I gotta keep it tucked
You already know Chunk-E what they call me
And when I pull up to the club, they all up on me

The way I'm grindin' on this flow, this shit's so nasty
The way I'm drivin' all these cars, I'm always passin'
Cause bitch, I'm up next and I'm cashin' all these checks
Look at me flex with my fuckin' Rolex

Cause your bitch give me neck and I told her give me sex
Bitch, you already know, I stay on my flow
Like ten years ago, I learned how to throw
And you bringin' in a dough, thought it was a game show

You look at me wrong, then you get a combo
Or you might get shot, call it a free throw
Cause bitch, I am Shaq, cause I know how to ball
Poppin' adderall to the day I fuckin' fall

I just shit on this beat finna need some Lysol
You talk so much shit, call you an asshole
You really think you hard, but you're not goin' far
All you do is sweat, call you a try hard

When we comin' in the yard, yeah, we comin' in hard
You already know, bitch, comin' with a broad on a nigga
I don't give a fuck about a bitch, I squeeze the trigger
Really wanna talk about that bitch, you comin' quick

You comin' in faster, yeah, we hit you with the slash
We goin' so fast, it's like 400 on a dash, uh
Ay, yeah



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Writer(s): Orion Williams
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