[Intro: FendiDa Rappa]
Uh, I'ma give it to 'em just like this
(Jordon, is that you?)
Man, niggas tweaking with these fake ass pills
[Chorus: FendiDa Rappa]
Look, he off a pill, niggas ill, is it even real?
He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)
Niggas dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)
Niggas cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals?
He off a pill, niggas ill, is it even real? (Uh)
He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)
Niggas dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)
Niggas cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals? (Hmm-mm)
[Verse 1: FendiDa Rappa]
All that rah-rah when I'm talkin', they don't hear me, though (Hmm-mm)
Play that shit back, make 'em sit back 'cause we in this ho (Hmm-mm)
Turn me up, I'm tryna fuck, point me to the sluts (What?)
That nigga tough, he out of luck, foe'nem gave 'em up (What?)
She got some buns, make me cum, this bitch finna run (Hmm-mm)
I gotta thumb, she can't take it, bitch, then make me numb (Hmm-mm)
Her pussy nukin', he a goofy, she got goofy pussy (What?)
Her shit taste good with no smell, she got a fruity pussy (What?)
I can't wait, I'm tryna fack, take me to the back (Uh, uh)
We hit a rat, where you at? We got Uchi sat (Uh, uh)
And all the guys in here ready, where the hoochies at? (Where the hoochies at?)
In my city we get lit, that's where the movies at (That's where the movies)
And you can't come up in this bitch with all that goofy shit (Uh, uh)
And you can't come up in my city, think you moving shit (At all)
You can't be actin' like you with it, that's that stupid shit (What?)
And you can't tweak up off them pills 'cause we gon' do you, bitch (Hmm-mm)
Uh, I'ma give it to 'em just like this
(Jordon, is that you?)
Man, niggas tweaking with these fake ass pills
[Chorus: FendiDa Rappa]
Look, he off a pill, niggas ill, is it even real?
He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)
Niggas dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)
Niggas cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals?
He off a pill, niggas ill, is it even real? (Uh)
He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?)
Niggas dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?)
Niggas cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals? (Hmm-mm)
[Verse 1: FendiDa Rappa]
All that rah-rah when I'm talkin', they don't hear me, though (Hmm-mm)
Play that shit back, make 'em sit back 'cause we in this ho (Hmm-mm)
Turn me up, I'm tryna fuck, point me to the sluts (What?)
That nigga tough, he out of luck, foe'nem gave 'em up (What?)
She got some buns, make me cum, this bitch finna run (Hmm-mm)
I gotta thumb, she can't take it, bitch, then make me numb (Hmm-mm)
Her pussy nukin', he a goofy, she got goofy pussy (What?)
Her shit taste good with no smell, she got a fruity pussy (What?)
I can't wait, I'm tryna fack, take me to the back (Uh, uh)
We hit a rat, where you at? We got Uchi sat (Uh, uh)
And all the guys in here ready, where the hoochies at? (Where the hoochies at?)
In my city we get lit, that's where the movies at (That's where the movies)
And you can't come up in this bitch with all that goofy shit (Uh, uh)
And you can't come up in my city, think you moving shit (At all)
You can't be actin' like you with it, that's that stupid shit (What?)
And you can't tweak up off them pills 'cause we gon' do you, bitch (Hmm-mm)
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