FENTY Lyrics

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)

Yeah, Yeah

I'm finna break the bank

I'm in my Benz that shit a tank

I got E-money like Jacob Blanc

I'm puffin' gas and you know it stank

I'm puffin' gas and you know what's good

I got 400 under the hood

I'm off the yerk and I'm off the wood

He said he gon try me, I wish he would

Yeah, this truck made by Bentley

This beat made by Kentley

I'm rockin' Versace along this Givenchy

I won't hit your blunt cause I know that shit Fenty

And if you need a play come hit me I need plenty (Yeah)

I got two cups and I'm pouring it up

I got a ten and I'm breaking her back

Put my dick in her throat and she throwin' it up

I call my music the Taliban

The way that my music be blowin' up

I'm making plays in the sprinter van

All of my mo's be going up

Yeah we going up, up

All these bitches wanna fuck, fuck

The way that I step in the function, Balencie my tee

I got mud in my cup, cup

These bitches wanna go try pass up to gang, I'll look at your ass like good luck

I got your life in the palm of my hand, I'll look at your ass like good one

Lil bitch I'm like good one

That bitch, she like fuckin' with hoodlums

So I can't fuck get A's on my shit, It's the percs that I'm takin' make me look dumb

Mad drugs, mad bitches, mad Guns

Shit got me thinkin' I should come

I know you bitches gon run, I got your ass in a good one

I'm in an all-black whip you can call me the President

Lil bitch you can see that I'm heaven sent

Lil bitch when I pull up with gang, that bitch wanna fuck, I can see that shit evident

And I cannot talk to your gang, the shit that I'm saying gon use it as evidence

So Imma just stick to the plan

I'll pull up with gang and I'll stick up your residence

Made up my mind no time to fall

Hit up her line with a late-night call

I might be a stranger, I don't know

Call me on the phone

I'm packin' up my bags, I can go

Pass around the pack, Nah, I don't know how they say no

Scratchin' off a check my bankroll

I'm just tryna pull up to my crib and then just lay low

Pull up with the SBK gang, we makin' shit so fatal

I'm just tryna ship out to my bitch like I'm Jeff Bezos

Fuck yo whinin' pussy boy, you sleepin' on a cradle

Gettin' high off Cali cause my London plugs gon say so

I be takin' all my shit for free ain't no way imma pay those

Why they make me go

Playin' shit like poker I can't fold

Packin' all my weed straight to the bone

Fuck around with me and there ain't no way imma

There ain't no way imma stop it

There ain't no way imma go

Super sluggin' bitch go bring yo ass straight to the door

Ain't no way that imma go

Ain't no way that imma go