Lyrics: Seb Weal
Music: Seb Weal
MOTIONMUZIK
Let me drop you some free game
Here's how you can tell when you come across someone who's one of one
She said individual can't be impersonated, what they do can't be replicated
And whatever motion they bring to the game can never be understated
And that's why it's myself, The General Kenny Allstar, welcoming you
To 5EB aka Young Fendiavelli, MOTIONMUZIK
Young Fendi, aka Mr. Bagchaser
None of my, we the one in this bass, slime
Trappin' TLs or Acis, he ain't dappin' me up, we ain't got no relations
Got plugs in the north and the east and south side
Sayin' I'm next, lil' bitch, it's about time
I was cold as a bitch when you wasn't even outside
Lookin' like a million pounds and I bounce out
Money and power, drugs on my mind now all of the time
She still rockin' Stüssy, bitch, get with the times
I try and get geeked, so I hit up my slime
Phenergan pill crush that I'm mixin', different girls tryna get explicit
He drivin' the whip like this, he gonna flip it
You know I throw bands to kid how I flip it
Pushin' one-two-five with dreams of a Merc
I'm at the dealership buyin' mumsy a Merc
Plug uppin' that price, that shits absurd
Off these 'shrooms, I ain't off of no percs
She bad as ****, I'm like, “Send me that addy”
[?] on me, bitch I'm up in a cabbie
Bad bitch, pretty face and no belly
She overstayin', this ain't Five Nights at Freddy's
Bitch, it's one night at Fendi, flingin' the packs in Vespa, no barely (Brr)
Your girl, she hittin' my celly (Brr), clientele hittin' my celly
Like, Young Fendi, aka Mr. Bagchaser
None of my, we the one in this bass, s- slime
Trappin' TLs or Acis, he ain't dappin' me up, we ain't got no relations
Got plugs in the north and the east and south side
Sayin' I'm next, lil' bitch, it's about time
I was cold as a bitch when you wasn't even outside
Lookin' like a million pounds and I bounce out
Lookin' like a lick, Lord knows that I ain't one
Kush, Givenchy that's my fragrance
Wit' all of this bread you would think I'm at the baker
I wanna find God, my momma done hate us
I'm not tryna be humble, but I ain’t J. Cole
All the gang bosses suckle for the CO
Get the money on 'shrooms, line it to the PO box, then I slide it on his free ho
Ballyed up, double cup, sippin' on 'tose, Costa cup but it ain't no coffee
Machine [?], gas got us coughin'
I'ma ball hard 'til I touch the coffin
Prada, Givenchy, and Celine, decisions
I'm in the club off a bean, I'm pingin'
Tina Turner turned this girl to a singer
In the stakehouse, countin' racks before dinner
Like, Young Fendi, aka Mr. Bagchaser
None of my, we the one in this bass, s- slime
Trappin' TLs or Acis, he ain't dappin' me up, we ain't got no relations
Got plugs in the north and the east and south side
Sayin' I'm next, lil' bitch, it's about time
I was cold as a bitch when you wasn't even outside
Lookin' like a million pounds and I bounce out
She mad as ****, I'm like, “Send me that addy”
[?] on me, bitch, all of the time
Bad bitch, pretty face and no belly
She overstayin', this ain't Five Nights at Freddy's
Bitch, it's one night at Fendi, flingin' the packs in Vespa, no barely (Brr)
Your girl, she hittin' my celly (Brr), clientele hittin' my celly (Clientele hittin' my celly, clientele hittin' my celly)