SoBeKnown - FENTY

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Yeah, Yeah
I'm finna break the bank
I'm in my Benz that shit a tank
I got E-money like Jacob Blanc
I'm puffin' gas and you know it stank
I'm puffin' gas and you know what's good
I got 400 under the hood
I'm off the yerk and I'm off the wood
He said he gon try me, I wish he would
Yeah, this truck made by Bentley
This beat made by Kentley
I'm rockin' Versace along this Givenchy
I won't hit your blunt cause I know that shit Fenty
And if you need a play come hit me I need plenty (yeah)
I got two cups and I'm pouring it up
I got a 10 and I'm breaking her back
Put my dick in her throat and she throwin' it up
I call my music the Taliban
The way that my music be blowin' up
I'm making plays in the sprinter van
All of my mo's be going up
Yea we going up, up
All these bitches wanna fuck, fuck
The way that I step in the function, Balencie my tee
I got mud in my cup, cup
These bitches wanna go try pass up to gang, I'll look at your ass like good luck
I got your life in the palm of my hand, I'll look at your ass like good one
Lil bitch I'm like good one
That bitch, she like fuckin' with hoodlums
So I can't fuck get A's on my shit
It's the percs that I'm takin' make me look dumb
Mad drugs, mad bitches, mad Guns
Shit got me thinkin' I should come
I know you bitches gon run, I got your ass in a good one
I'm in an all-black whip you can call me the President
Lil bitch you can see that I'm heaven sent
Lil bitch when I pull up with gang, that bitch wanna fuck, I can see that shit evident
And I cannot talk to your gang, the shit that I'm saying gon use it as evidence
So Imma just stick to the plan
I'll pull up with gang and I'll stick up your residence
Made up my mind no time to fall
Hit up her line with a late-night call
I might be a stranger I don't know
Call me on the phone
I'm packin' up my bags, I can go
Pass around the pack, nah, I don't know how they say no
Scratchin' off a check my bankroll
I'm just tryna pull up to my crib and then just lay low
Pull up with the SBK gang we makin' shit so fatal
I'm just tryna ship out to my bitch like I'm Jeff Bezos
Fuck yo whinin' pussy boy you sleepin' on a cradle
Gettin' high off Cali cause my London plugs gon say so
I be takin' all my shit for free ain't no way imma pay those
Why they make me go
Playin' shit like poker I can't fold
Packin' all my weed straight to the bone
Fuck around with me and there ain't no way imma
There ain't no way imma stop it
There ain't no way imma go
Super sluggin' bitch go bring yo ass straight to the door
Ain't no way that imma go
Ain't no way that imma go

Written by:
Jason Kareem, Julio Cayton, Kainoa Kukahiko

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