L Young - Fent Freestyle

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Imma pull up in a Benz, fuck a Maserati
Feel like Andrew Tate, I'm finna cop me a new Bugatti
Sliding cherry liquor, counting ounces of new Bacardi
Flipping hella pounds, yeah, I be trapping that new Biscotti
Three deep in the Civic, and we boutta go insane
Yeah, I'm cold up in a booth, yeah I feel like Johnny Dang
I could never chase a bitch, it's only money on my brain
All these bitches be some clones, and all these bitches be the same
Damn bitch, you fat as hell I think you need a diet
Put a Big Mac in her face, and she'll probably bite it
I just scammed this white dude, I think his name was Wyatt
Destroyed Lonely in this bitch, I don't need no stylist
I be cooking in the stu just like a scientist
Only chasing money, I don't care if she the finest bitch
Bitch is hella stupid if she think that I ain't tryin' to hit
Drop her off wherever, now her family gotta find that bitch
Cop a whip, it's a automatic, I can't drive a stick
Pull up quick we gon' spin this block, we gon' hit a lick
Scamming on my own, making money, I don't needa split
I be lacing shit for all my custies, Imma make them trip
Shoutout to my custies, they the ones who made me fucking rich
Pull up with that glocky, automatic got that fucking switch
Brody want a squabble, Imma slap him like a fucking bitch
Hit him in his dome, like he been schmackin' on that fucking nic
You 280 damn, bitch I think you too fat
You was asking for some food up in your group chat
Smoking niggas with my glock, I made a new pack
Dick her down, while you be asking where the nudes at
Said she fucking caught me cheating, where the proof at?
Smoking on the runtz, while you be smokin' on that booth pack
I'm gon' pour this pint of wocky where the juice at?
Said you finna catch me lacking, where yo goons at?
Body slam this nigga, got me lookin' like a wrestler
Bitch be always spamming, had to mute her on the cellular
Mordecai and Rigby, everything they doing regular
Hit him with the laser, Imma turn his ass molecular
I been sippin' Wocky since the sippy cup
Pour a four up in the foreign, boutta double up
Genuine, she ride my pony, I'm like giddy up
25, and then I flipped it, now I'm 50 up
Got a nine up on my waist, you know I'm blicky'd up
Got hella fent up in my pills, you know I laced em up
Mike Tyson on this shit, yeah I fucked him up
Hella bodies in the whip, so don't check the trunk
Got a V10 in this bitch, so don't check the front
Copped a ounce up in this bitch, bout to roll some blunts
I be ballin' like I'm Giannis, gon' make some bucks
Oh, you made it OnlyFans? Who gives a fuck
She a junkie, think I saw her at the trailer park
Endgame, I get him gone just like he Tony Stark
CBC, yeah we be swarming like some fuckin' sharks
They cut the power, Imma fuck her in the fucking dark

Written by:
Logan LeCesne

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