Fent

Damn, Trgc made that?
Ha

Arc'teryx jacket (Arc'teryx jacket)
Ha, new Margiela (New Margiela)
Walk up in Saint Laurent, yeah, nigga, I'm copping 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)
Sipping codeine out the kettle
Trackhawk make a nigga jump, damn, he know he ain't catching me (Know he ain't catching me)
Yeah, I been having racks way too long, none of this shit be impressing me (Shit be impressing me)
Them lil' boys been capping too long, AMG tear up the whole street (Tear up the whole street)
My lil' nigga tryna catch a lil' 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 like AI)
Pop me a Rox' 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, you could eat my dick (Bitch, you could eat my dick)
Yeah, I got rich off merch, huh, yeah, riding around with a—
Riding around with a blick
Bitch ass nigga get blicked up
You know we riding around with that hit (Hit)
Yeah, you get hit with 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
Boy, we ain't popping no Fent'
7.62 through the fence
FN, it be my defense
That boy be all on my dick
Fuck all that money I spent, ha
I need a hunnid to sip (I need a hunnid to sip)
I want the money, that's it, huh
I want them racks, that's it, yeah
I want that bag, that's it
I want the cash, that's it