[Verse 1]
Chicago Bulls, basketball shorts, I'm tryna scrimmage (What up?)
I go ape, post up in the paint, chi' be high percentage (Rrahh, ruff)
Ayy, let's get it, step on one of you niggas, spit on you when I finish
Tryna act like they want smoke with Gates, they really be up in they feelings (For real)
This lil' bitty, pussy pressure, she won't sit on some of these inches (Come on)
Told me, get this pussy pregnant, bae, I really want some of your children (Aight, aight)
I know how to take the final thing and send it on one of these fenders (Woo-woo)
I'ma really cop a hollow, aim it, send it at one of they temples (Woo-woo)
I'm just Fendi, I ain't came across a fix I go to inching (I do)
I be twitching, and my eye be kinda fucked up I be squinting (Ah, ah)
I be glitching, then my mind be kinda fucked up, come from killing (Ah)
You be spitting, you ain't never did a walk-up, you pretending
I would really stand up in your shit and wrap your shit for Christmas (Right)
Closed case, he ain't got no face the lawyer's gon' dismiss it (Uh-huh)
Grab the pole, I'm tryna snatch his soul and turn him to a memory
With the hold up, I'm bipolar and you know I'm bout my business (I'm real)
Don't rap about you trappin' in traffic, they pull they panties down (Bow-bow)
Band-aid on my fingertips, swinger switch, put that hammer down (Grrah)
They personal aburses score thirty-two out that wrap-around (Bow-bow)
Shottas slangin' coppa, that yoppa go, bap-bap-bap-bap-bow (Bow)
[Refrain]
What the fuck is that? (Bow, what?)
What the fuck is that? (Bow)
What the fuck is that? (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow) I step on one of you niggas then I'll spit on you when I finish
Chicago Bulls, basketball shorts, I'm tryna scrimmage (What up?)
I go ape, post up in the paint, chi' be high percentage (Rrahh, ruff)
Ayy, let's get it, step on one of you niggas, spit on you when I finish
Tryna act like they want smoke with Gates, they really be up in they feelings (For real)
This lil' bitty, pussy pressure, she won't sit on some of these inches (Come on)
Told me, get this pussy pregnant, bae, I really want some of your children (Aight, aight)
I know how to take the final thing and send it on one of these fenders (Woo-woo)
I'ma really cop a hollow, aim it, send it at one of they temples (Woo-woo)
I'm just Fendi, I ain't came across a fix I go to inching (I do)
I be twitching, and my eye be kinda fucked up I be squinting (Ah, ah)
I be glitching, then my mind be kinda fucked up, come from killing (Ah)
You be spitting, you ain't never did a walk-up, you pretending
I would really stand up in your shit and wrap your shit for Christmas (Right)
Closed case, he ain't got no face the lawyer's gon' dismiss it (Uh-huh)
Grab the pole, I'm tryna snatch his soul and turn him to a memory
With the hold up, I'm bipolar and you know I'm bout my business (I'm real)
Don't rap about you trappin' in traffic, they pull they panties down (Bow-bow)
Band-aid on my fingertips, swinger switch, put that hammer down (Grrah)
They personal aburses score thirty-two out that wrap-around (Bow-bow)
Shottas slangin' coppa, that yoppa go, bap-bap-bap-bap-bow (Bow)
[Refrain]
What the fuck is that? (Bow, what?)
What the fuck is that? (Bow)
What the fuck is that? (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow) I step on one of you niggas then I'll spit on you when I finish
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