Fendi Fact Lyrics

Gotta semi strap that's a fendi fact

Got the world on my shoulder on some piggyback

Got no time for the hos or that chitty chat

I want the bitch wit the hips and the biggest ass yeah

I was jus fucked up on a pill got my hustle up cup mud like a field yeah

Grown man shit everything real yeah

Always working I ain't even got no time to chill

She was twerking on a Percocet

I was in the club tryna find out what my purpose is

If she lemme fuck I could fuck around and murder it

Hitting up the plug and he know I'm finna purchase it

Smoking refer Ima herbalist

On my way to my Egypt spilled my lean because of turbulence

Smoking refer Ima herbalist

On my way to my Egypt spilled my lean because of turbulence

Treat the booth like my personal diary

When I'm getting anxiety

I jus step up to the mic and provide the heat

Ain't nobody but my brothers beside of me

Graduated from the trap I'm moving onto the finer things

But If I ever up the bliccy I'm firing

Smoking sticky in yo city wit yo bitches supplying me with some pussy

cut her off because the bitch was conspiring

She a rookie got nobody but my brother beside of me

Gotta semi strap that's a fendi fact

Got the world on my shoulder on some piggyback

Got no time for the hos or that chitty chat

I want the bitch wit the hips and the biggest ass yeah

I was jus fucked up on a pill got my hustle up cup mud like a field yeah

Grown man shit everything real yeah

Always working I ain't even got no time to chill