FENDI by TYLR C Lyrics
Fendi, ready for it
Shots is sending
Wanna die I'm beggin for it
My suicide is pending
Fendi, ready for it
Shots is sending
Wanna die I'm beggin for it
My suicide is pending
Fendi, ready for it
Shots is sending
Wanna die I'm beggin for it
My suicide is pending
Girl you got me mixed up
Girl you got me fucked up
Wanna take advantage of me bitch I ain't the one
Ready for whatever comes
Cause I know these bitches tricks
They all in it for the chips
When it comes to me?
No one really gives a shit
But I already know this shit
I don't waste my time to reminsice
I'm makin fuckin hits
Got no time for no stupid hoe, or some stupid bitch
Bitch I'm in my zone
Don't call my fuckin phone
Just leave me alone
Rather be floatin, then fuckin wit these hoes
Whole nother planet
Whole nother dimension
Blood up on my napkin
I can feel the tension
I see that you plannin
I'm ready within seconds
Not to mention, I was locked up in juvenile detention
Fuck the judge, I ain't givin no confession
You can't understand our perceptions
Perplexin
I'm young and fuckin reckless
Got loads of drugs in my poessession
FTP I'm reppin
Never second guessin
When it comes to murda I'm relentless
Three bullets, three different directions
2pac risin out the tomb I'm ressurected
I'm the muthafuckin best bitch!
Fendi, ready for it
Shots is sending
Wanna die I'm beggin for it
My suicide is pending
Fendi, ready for it
Shots is sending
Wanna die I'm beggin for it
My suicide is pending
Low on money, so I grab my fuckin mask
Load the slugs up in the back
Pull up to that muthafucka house in all black
I can feel my liver seep
I can feel my heart rate decrease
Keep my distance from the sheeps
And keep this LSD up in my drink to stay at peace
Third eye experience, made me who I am today
You should take me serious, I didn't come to fuckin play
Murderin these rapper idiots, with every fuckin bar that I portray
And every song we fuckin make
666 cult corporates
Put some muthafuckin respect on our name
150,000 independent we ain't fuckin pay for plays
These Traverse City f*****s, they some fuckin lames
You ain't bang
You ain't gang
Quit actin like you out here really makin plays
You ain't ever felt no real fuckin pain
I'm addicted to the drugs, it ain't no fuckin game
Quit pretendin, quit lookin for attention
Pussy, you a disgrace
Fendi, ready for it
Shots is sending
Wanna die I'm beggin for it
My suicide is pending
Fendi, ready for it
Shots is sending
Wanna die I'm beggin for it
My suicide is pending
Shots is sending
Wanna die I'm beggin for it
My suicide is pending
Fendi, ready for it
Shots is sending
Wanna die I'm beggin for it
My suicide is pending
Fendi, ready for it
Shots is sending
Wanna die I'm beggin for it
My suicide is pending
Girl you got me mixed up
Girl you got me fucked up
Wanna take advantage of me bitch I ain't the one
Ready for whatever comes
Cause I know these bitches tricks
They all in it for the chips
When it comes to me?
No one really gives a shit
But I already know this shit
I don't waste my time to reminsice
I'm makin fuckin hits
Got no time for no stupid hoe, or some stupid bitch
Bitch I'm in my zone
Don't call my fuckin phone
Just leave me alone
Rather be floatin, then fuckin wit these hoes
Whole nother planet
Whole nother dimension
Blood up on my napkin
I can feel the tension
I see that you plannin
I'm ready within seconds
Not to mention, I was locked up in juvenile detention
Fuck the judge, I ain't givin no confession
You can't understand our perceptions
Perplexin
I'm young and fuckin reckless
Got loads of drugs in my poessession
FTP I'm reppin
Never second guessin
When it comes to murda I'm relentless
Three bullets, three different directions
2pac risin out the tomb I'm ressurected
I'm the muthafuckin best bitch!
Fendi, ready for it
Shots is sending
Wanna die I'm beggin for it
My suicide is pending
Fendi, ready for it
Shots is sending
Wanna die I'm beggin for it
My suicide is pending
Low on money, so I grab my fuckin mask
Load the slugs up in the back
Pull up to that muthafucka house in all black
I can feel my liver seep
I can feel my heart rate decrease
Keep my distance from the sheeps
And keep this LSD up in my drink to stay at peace
Third eye experience, made me who I am today
You should take me serious, I didn't come to fuckin play
Murderin these rapper idiots, with every fuckin bar that I portray
And every song we fuckin make
666 cult corporates
Put some muthafuckin respect on our name
150,000 independent we ain't fuckin pay for plays
These Traverse City f*****s, they some fuckin lames
You ain't bang
You ain't gang
Quit actin like you out here really makin plays
You ain't ever felt no real fuckin pain
I'm addicted to the drugs, it ain't no fuckin game
Quit pretendin, quit lookin for attention
Pussy, you a disgrace
Fendi, ready for it
Shots is sending
Wanna die I'm beggin for it
My suicide is pending
Fendi, ready for it
Shots is sending
Wanna die I'm beggin for it
My suicide is pending