[Intro]
Agent Banks on the track
[Verse 1]
Yeah, Fendi got on her sh*t (On her sh*t)
Shows on the road, they lit (They lit)
Fendi don't take no sh*t (Take no sh*t)
Five feet, but my heart 6'10" (6'10")
Yeah, I gotta win (I gotta win)
Yeah, I gotta win (I gotta win)
4 Pockets, I gotta go in (Gotta go in)
I'm with whatever these b*tches be talkin'
I'm goin' in and I'm never stoppin'
Ain't got no time, I ain't got no watches
Pose for the cam 'cause b*tches be watchin'
These b*tches ain't dumb, they know how we rockin'
Eastside baby, came straight from the projects
I'm with the gang, yeah, n*gga, we mobbin'
Capital One, we like, "What's in your wallet?"
[Chorus]
Fendi, go'n pop your sh*t (Pop your sh*t)
Nah, Fendi ain't stop for sh*t (Stop for sh*t)
Hatin' ass hoes on the 'Gram gon' lurk
But never gon' like my pic
Fendi, go'n pop your sh*t (Pop your sh*t)
Nah, Fendi ain't stop for sh*t (Stop for sh*t)
Hatin' ass hoes on the 'Gram gon' lurk
But never gon' like my pic
[Verse 2]
I want double C all on my feet (All on my feet)
Double all my C (Yeah, yeah)
If I play, it's for keeps
Call me Dwyane like I play for the Heat
Before all this sh*t (All this sh*t)
I ain't had nothin' (I ain't had nothin')
Turned nothin' to somethin' (Turned nothin' to somethin')
Now I'm gettin' money (Now I'm gettin' money)
Hoes say that they want smoke with me, b*tch ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t (b*tch ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t)
Ain't no question, pull up where you at, run up in your sh*t (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
If it's smoke, then it's up (It's up)
I'ma pop my sh*t (I'ma pop my sh*t)
If it's smoke, then it's up
I'ma pop my sh*t
[Chorus]
Fendi, go'n pop your sh*t (Pop your sh*t)
Nah, Fendi ain't stop for sh*t (Stop for sh*t)
Hatin' ass hoes on the 'Gram gon' lurk
But never gon' like my pic
Fendi, go'n pop your sh*t (Pop your sh*t)
Nah, Fendi ain't stop for sh*t (Stop for sh*t)
Hatin' ass hoes on the 'Gram gon' lurk
But never gon' like my pic