Fendi

Yeah, Ha

Yeah, Ha

(Bah, Bah)

Yeah, Ha

TaViere bitch

Yeah, Ha

Ha

Yeah

And I'm smoking that gas like a chimney

She wanna fuck on me cuz I got Fendi

Imma shoot the lil boy in his chinny, chinny, chinny

I be shooting the three like Nowitzki

Bitch its henny no this is not whisky

She fucking me cuz I got Fendi, Yeah

With Me, Fendi, Fendi, Woah

With Me, Fendi, Fendi, Woah

With Me, Fendi, Fendi, Woah

She wanna fuck on me cuz I got Fendi

And I'm smoking that gas like a chimney

This that type of shit that make your fucking dreads swing

This that type of shit that make you wanna gang bang

If black air forces was a song then this the shit right here

The type of shit that make a mom cover her baby ears

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

(Ah)

Yeah

(Ah)

Yeah

(Ah)

Yeah

Oh what the fuck

What you want

Bitch what you want

What the fuck

Huh, you better run before you get plucked

I got drums huh, I got drums, If you wanna have fun

I got guns huh, lots of guns, shoot you in yo tongue

Yeah

Not one not two not three not four ten hoes on a boat

Got a whole lot of gas Got a whole lot of gas in the party got dope

I stay so fresh so clean like some mother fucking soap

Brand new Gucci Celine and I got a Fendi robe

Skinny bitch I call her Ariana

I get that money that guapiana

Cant fuck with your bitch she a thotiana

I get that money that guala guala

I put all that money in my pocket pocket

And I stay with that chopper that pocket rocket

She keep using her teeth tell her stop it stop it

Yeah I smacked him but next time ill drop him drop him

Yeah

And I'm smoking that gas like a chimney

She wanna fuck on me cuz I got Fendi

Imma shoot the lil boy in his chinny, chinny, chinny

I be shooting the three like Nowitzki

Bitch its henny no this is not whisky

She fucking me cuz I got Fendi, Yeah

Fendi, Fendi, Fendi, Woah

Fendi, Fendi, Fendi, Woah

Fendi, Fendi, Fendi, Woah

She wanna fuck on me cuz I got Fendi

And I'm smoking that gas like a chimney