Lyrics Used 2 - CARTIER HENDRIX
All
my
niggas
out
rocking
fendi
spitting
facts
This
Chanel
N°9
with
them
Prada
kicks
to
match
Niggas
I
don't
fuck
with
getting
bags
This
shit
on
me
custom
I
don't
even
got
to
brag
(I
don't
even
got
to
brag)
And
I'm
used
to
popping
tags
that
shit
light
Speeding
ticket
on
me
I
don't
stop
at
red
lights
Thirty
different
colors
on
diamonds
my
that
shit
bright
Forty
different
pointers
on
my
wrist
baby
bite
FN
hold
a
hundred,
shoot
a
hundred
at
a
time
She
said
what
you
do?
Baby
i
get
paid
to
rhyme
All
my
niggas
in
the
city
bitch
they
might
commit
a
crime
If
you
want
the
smoke
It
ain't
nothing
boy
just
say
that
I
was
raised
by
OG's
No
I
do
not
play
that
All
my
niggas
out
rocking
fendi
I
can't
drop
a
twenty
Gave
that
boy
the
beats
like
my
first
name
Kenny
Shit
I'm
ducking
dodging
feds
spinning
blocks
in
my
city
I
had
30's
on
me
heavy
shit
it's
plenty
on
me
Denny
All
my
niggas
out
rocking
fendi
spitting
facts
(Shit
it's
plenty
on
me
Denny)
This
Chanel
N°9
with
them
Prada
kicks
to
match
(I'm
a
butcher
just
like
Benny)
Niggas
I
don't
fuck
with
getting
bags
(I'm
a)
This
shit
on
me
custom
uh
I
don't
even
got
to
brag
(Hold)
And
I'm
used
to
popping
tags
that
shit
light
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
Damn
baby
that
shit
light
If
you
want
it
baby
swipe
that
shit
light
Dun
nun
dun
nun
Dun
nun
dun
nun
That
shit
light
22
34
that
shit
light
223
shoot
out
the
uh
that
shit
uh
22 uh
F
and
N
that
shit
light
Carbon
fiber
on
my
gun
that
shit
light
Carbon
fiber
on
my
whip
that
shit
ah
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