No Lames 2 Fendi P (Ft. Curren$y)

[Chorus: Fendi P]
Swanging corners, I got candy on it
Got gold Daytons on it
Swanging corners, I got candy on it
Got gold Daytons on it
Swanging corners, I got candy on it
Got gold Daytons on it
Swanging corners, I got candy on it
Got gold Daytons on it
Swanging corners, I got candy on it
Got gold Daytons on it
Swanging corners, I got candy on it
Got gold Daytons on it
Swanging corners, I got candy on it
Got gold Daytons on it
Swanging corners, I got candy on it
Got gold Daytons on it

[Verse 1: Fendi P]
Pull up smoking kill, diamonds on the wheel
Drippin probably spill, [?] trill
Rims big, tires little
Still scrape it still
Fuck it, leave em on it
I went crazy on it
Swanging corners, I got candy on it
Got gold Daytons on it
Lane switching, got that thang in it
Base hitting, ain't no side switching
Lame bitches fuck with lame niggas
Always be direct
That way no confusion
They can't miss it
Like a stack of Benjis, hunnit
Either way which side you flip it
Ho I'm fresh as most
[?] bread and butter
[?] make a toast
Coast to coast
Off the spoken word
Catch the holy ghost
All white, looking like the Pope
This powder givе them hope
All night, outside swanging cornеrs
Like it's all we know