FYI lyrics

[Chorus: Reese LAFLARE]
F is for FN and Fendi
U 'cause it's up 'til it's stuck
C for the coupe that I'm pushin'
K for the stick, and it's Russian
Why? 'Cause these n*ggas ain't nothin'
O, 'cause you thought it was sweet
U, 'cause it's up 'til it's stuck
Y'all running out on your luck
N for my n*ggas that's sinnin'
I am the one, you can dig it
Double G all on my image
A for you average ass n*ggas
Count it up, then go and spend it
I am the start and the endin'
Icy, we look like some blenders
f*ck all you n*ggas, I meant it

[Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE]
If you call for the boss, they gon' send me
I'ma ball like a pro, I ain't semi (For real)
I just flew in a vibe from New Guinea (Yeah)
Got a tall model b*tch like a center
God blessing me, restin' bible on the mantel
Play, and my whoadie knock him out his sandals
In the Rolls, 'bout to change my name to Johnny Phantom
Thug in the back, hoggin' up all the Fantas
Benny with me, got some Henny in him
Butcher coming, n*gga, see you runnin', n*gga
[?] runners, Prada sweater
Icy collar, your team full of runners
In that V, tote that V for Vendetta
f*ck your mama, daddy, sister, goldfish, n*gga
If he an opp, I get you rolled on, n*gga
Think you hot? Well, I'm the stove top, n*ggas
[Chorus: Reese LAFLARE]
F is for FN and Fendi
U 'cause it's up 'til it's stuck
C for the coupe that I'm pushin'
K for the stick, and it's Russian
Why? 'Cause these n*ggas ain't nothin'
O, 'cause you thought it was sweet
U, 'cause it's up 'til it's stuck
Y'all running out on your luck
N for my n*ggas that's sinnin'
I am the one, you can dig it
Double G all on my image
A for you average ass n*ggas
Count it up, then go and spend it
I am the start and the endin'
Icy, we look like some blenders
f*ck all you n*ggas, I meant it

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
Never gave into the cops, or traded in a watch
Smokin' in a four-floor crib with an elevator in the spot
Uh, she wanna leave? I'll never stop her
That's your b*tch? Then you better watch her
Ask around town, had a hoe landin' downtown in a helicopter
They don't want the smoke- gangrene
Money young, like Wayne' team
Made a million dollars independent, but my jewels look like I'm mainstream
Living room full of Ace bottles
Out in [?], spendin' Bape goggles
550 Benz, late model
And this FN only take hollows
Thirty bands for a road trip
Got a b*tch gone with a stiff arm
'Cause, you know how clingy all these hoes get
When a n*gga only puttin' on drip
Yeah, I rap and I trap, n*gga
I just did a verse for a whole brick
Still strapped like I'm on sh*t
And I still rap like it's '06
You'll hear 'bout it- I get my sh*t snatched
Get your mother hit, get your b*tch wacked
Get your son and daughter kidnapped
These two Glocks on me mismatch
Cutlass- we swervin' in it
Your hood- we purgin' in it
Fly n*gga from the projects
I don't rock it 'less Virgil sent it
[Chorus: Reese LAFLARE & Money Makin' Nice]
F is for FN and Fendi
U 'cause it's up 'til it's stuck
C for the coupe that I'm pushin'
K for the stick, and it's Russian
Why? 'Cause these n*ggas ain't nothin'
O, 'cause you thought it was sweet
U, 'cause it's up 'til it's stuck
Y'all running out on your luck
N for my n*ggas that's sinnin'
I am the one, you can dig it
Double G all on my image
A for you average ass n*ggas
Count it up, then go and spend it
I am the start and the endin'
Icy, we look like some blenders
f*ck all you n*ggas, I meant it (Shinin')

[Verse 3: Money Makin’ Nique]
First off, you're not a call getter
Differentiate from y'all n*ggas
I'm really him, a knot swollen like a foot
Makin' hand over fist ever since I went out on a limb
Wrist all in shape, it got n*ggas bent all out of shape
I don't follow them, think I relate?
Rap 'til we all got a Wraith
Place your bets, so we all gotta race
b*tches oughta wait, I got plenty Henny on the way
I've been busy all day buyin' weight
Get it as quick as I'm movin', the way this sh*t shakin' I might move all this in a day
Get it, then skate
Y'all was shooting hoops, we was dribblin' eighths
n*gga, please
Y'all was goin' dutch, we was spendin' this cake
I'm giving D.I.C.K. to a DKNY hoe in 'back of the Tahoe
And, she a lil' fly hoe, and I bust a nut right when we hit the bar, hoe
Huh, holdin' on her like this sh*t was urgent
Had my balls and racket up her tennis skirt
And, I was really nervous, sh*t was really yankin'
And I was full-scale like the skin of serpents, uh
Shinin', I was picturin' them diamonds, and I'm tryna get to a Presi'
Comme des Garçon me, well, it's a pile of money on me
We f*ckin', but she say she lesi'
n*ggas done counted me out, while I'm flyin' down Donnelly
In a mahogany Bonneville, I might get followed with you
'Cause, it's just what I gotta do
These n***** play with all kinda rules
That's why-
[Chorus: Reese LAFLARE]
F is for FN and Fendi
U 'cause it's up 'til it's stuck
C for the coupe that I'm pushin'
K for the stick, and it's Russian
Why? 'Cause these n*ggas ain't nothin'
O, 'cause you thought it was sweet
U, 'cause it's up 'til it's stuck
Y'all running out on your luck
N for my n*ggas that's sinnin'
I am the one, you can dig it
Double G all on my image
A for you average ass n*ggas
Count it up, then go and spend it
I am the start and the endin'
Icy, we look like some blenders
f*ck all you n*ggas, I meant it