Fent

[Intro]
Damn, Trgc made that?
Ha

[Verse]
Arc'teryx jacket (Arc'teryx jacket)
Ha, new Margiela (New Margiela)
Walk up in Saint Laurent, nigga, I'm coppin' whatever (I'm coppin' whatever)
I got my heater on me (Yeah), yeah, we blow at whoever
We go at whoever
Them niggas ain't on my level (Uh)
Sippin' codeine out the kettle
Trackhawk make a nigga jump, yeah, he know he ain't catchin' me (Know he ain't catchin' me)
Yeah, I been havin' racks way too long, none of this shit bе impressin' me (Shit be imprеssin' me)
Them lil' boys been cappin' too long, AMG tear up the whole street (Tear up the whole street)
My lil' nigga tryna catch him a dome, he tryna go on a killstreak
He tryna catch him a face shot, huh, yeah
You know my lil' nigga crazy, shoot just like AI, yeah (Shoot just like AI)
Pop me a Roxi' when I wake up, nigga, gotta stay high (Nigga, gotta stay high)
Take that lil' boy off the list
Yeah, told my lil' nigga, "Shoot that shit," yeah, he better not miss (He better not miss)
Ain't finna buy no ho no Birkin, bitch, she could eat my dick (Bitch, you could eat my dick)
Yeah, I got rich off merch, huh, yeah, ridin' around wit' a—
Ridin' around wit' a blick
Bitch ass nigga, get blicked up
You know we ridin' around wit' that hit (Hit)
Yeah, you get hit wit' that hitstick (Huh)
Bitch, get hit with some big shit
Yeah, lil' Kan got rich quick
Call up lil' Yeat, his wrist hit (Huh)
I just went crazy in Rick
He can't even pay his rent (Pay his rent)
Boy, we ain't poppin' no Fent'
7.62 through the fence
FN, it be my defense
Label be all on my dick
Fuck all that money I spent, ha
I need a hunnid percent (I need a hunnid percent)
I want the money, that's it, huh
I want them racks, that's it, yeah
I want that bag, that's it, huh
I want the cash, that's it