FℲ Fendi

Fifty Grand
 Yeah
 Mikey, you ain't shit
 Woah, woah, let's go, come on
 Ginseng
 Blitt, yeah, let's go
 Slayworld Soldier
 Woah, that bitch used to never ever come around
 Now the bitch see that I'm up tryna fuck now
 These niggas they talk on the 'Gram
 Then they see me in public all the sudden stuck now
 Yeah, I'm counting up racks lil' nigga 
 And the coupe gon' start with the push of a button now
 Used to run up on me
 Used to talk down on me
 Used to call lil' Dee
 I don't give a fuck now
 Yeah, we up in Saks by the Fendi
 Bitches wanna come around now that I'm winnin'
 I don't get too close baby this the beginnin'
 That nigga wanna work then what's your budget?
 I told that boy lil' work, we at Beni's
 I know you ain't down to Earth, I can feel it
 I got the Chrome Hearts, yeah that semi
 I'm rocking Chrome Hearts with that Fendi
 I'm rocking Dior, nigga yeah they Christian
 XD-45 leave your lil' ass missin'
 Yeah, ha
 Get his ass gone, good riddance
 Two damn poles like a nigga goin' fishing
 If it's about racks, then nigga I'm listenin'
 Yeah that lil' nigga block you know we spinnin' that
 Fuckin' his hoe been did it
 Ha, bought the XD, Wick came with me
 Yeah the racks bought your ho some new titties
 Tell a broke lil' nigga "is you kidding?"
 Yeah he cappin' he ain't really with it
 A.C.O.G. scope I ain't missing
 The rack on his head now he missin'
 Ha
 Racks turned my ho to a new bitch
 New person, nigga that new drip
 This ho wanna fuck I'm too hip (Okay okay let's go)
 Number (N)ine jeans with the Prada
 Yeah the K cut his head no problem
 Got a problem XD gon' solve it (Woah, ho, woah, yeah)