bangout preshae – fendi bag lyrics
intro
fendi bag couple hunnit racks
f-cking goofy why you niggas mad
in the foreign hit the f-cking gas(in a jag)
thats a fact i be f-cking flexing uh
hook (bangout preshae)
fendi bag couple hunnit racks all we count is cash
f-cking goofy why you niggas mad hating on my swag
in that foreign hit the f-cking gas zooming in that jag
thats a fact i be f-cking flexing all you niggas trash
verse 1 (bangout preshae)
in my bag 40 in my stash run up we gon blast
dont do beefing, talking through the phone that’ll get you tagged
im that nigga i be really out here hunnits in my lap
you niggas goofy you some f-cking brokeboys never seen them racks
fendi belt hanging off my hips, diamonds on my wrist
i watch it drip, but i dont play for none, i be with the shits
you niggas wack, im a trending topic get up off my d-ck
last nigga tried me had him f-cking leaking kicked him in his shit
im ’bout my chips, ’bout my f-ckin cheddar all about that check
i be stacking, i be making niggas mad when when i flex
b-tch im saucy i got diamonds drippin off me when i step
for that bag? yo lil b-tch go crazy she gon give that neck
we get racks, count up all the cash, do this every day
check my numbers, first song that i dropped shit did 15k
keep it solid for my brothers im gon let that semi blast
what you make a year? thats on my back, thats that fendi bag
hook
verse 2 (profit)
my name was heavy in these streets ask anybody that know me
was cooking raw like hibachi no benihanas or kobe
nowadays i judge a man off the energy that he show me
cause most the times those that plot ain’t your enemies they your homies
they see my swag fendi, gucci, louis, ferro, off white
groupies getting curved like a panamera porsche light
i can hit the club with what im wearing on an off night
see me vip so yall can stare at what a boss like
i be in my bag looking like a couple m’s
she can come to the room only if she bring a couple friends
yall be wifing 5’s we ain’t even cuffing 10’s
this bag heavy ain’t no telling where my duffle ends
i got a iller state, masi with the dealer plate
used to cop and check it and tell papi if its real or fake
switched the hustle now i get it popping off of real estate
just stay out my family way if not you on the dinner plate
hook (bangout preshae)
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