Текст песни Fendi Facts - Mak11 feat. T Deniro

Want Balenci on my sneakers and my socks
Imma empty out a beaker of the Wok
I'm the best thing on the scene it ain't gon stop
This is Fendi facts I'm speaking what they not
Tryna tempt me, devil he can't get a shot
I'm invested in succeeding like its stocks
With this effort I'm exceeding all the opps
Bitch it's Fendi facts I feed em by the flock

By the flock, like some birds
Grinding for the guap, my whole life I put in work
Climbing to the top, I came right up from the dirt
Want some diamonds on my watch, and designer on my shirt
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Want my pockets bout to burst, I'm not popping any percs
Gotta watch out for the worst, dodge a coffin and a hearse
Y'all be awkward and absurd, dawg you talking shit then swerve
All my opps is in reverse, I'm a rocket off this earth
Ain't no contest I'm in first and I ain't slowing down
Been a boss since my birth and man they know it now
Imma pay the cost for the curtains when I roll around
Have them haters shocked, I'll be smirking while I'm showing out
Shit ain't perfect but I'm certain it's gon change for the better
Found my purpose now I'm surfing on this wave fuck the weather
See them serpents they be lurking boy they lame and I'm clever
I keep learning and then serving up this game and that's forever

Want Balenci on my sneakers and my socks
Imma empty out a beaker of the Wok
I'm the best thing on the scene it ain't gon stop
This is Fendi facts I'm speaking what they not
Tryna tempt me, devil he can't get a shot
I'm invested in succeeding like its stocks
With this effort I'm exceeding all the opps
Bitch it's Fendi facts I feed em by the flock

I got Louis touching Gucci on my socks
Made a milli tryna get me off a rock
Now it's plenty what I got
Steady wishing, you ain't working for the plot
In a drought, I be dealing with the pot
Need a milli when I pop
I be grinding I don't care about no spot
I just wanna buy every fucking lot
I don't care bout what you got
Why you looking at me, asking me what I got
I'm at Fendi and your bitch just gave me top
Top, top
Top star, top line, but she outta line
Too hard, G-Star, tryna make her mine
Go hard, too far, tryna make her mine
Probably know I'm with the rats, so you wanted mine
Remember wouldn't call me back, left me on decline
Tryna bring up all the past, now I'm in the light
Tryna get me to the moon where I'm shining bright
Know I'm doing all the things that they said they might

Want Balenci on my sneakers and my socks
Imma empty out a beaker of the Wok
I'm the best thing on the scene it ain't gon stop
This is Fendi facts I'm speaking what they not
Tryna tempt me, devil he can't get a shot
I'm invested in succeeding like its stocks
With this effort I'm exceeding all the opps
Bitch it's Fendi facts I feed em by the flock