Fijimacintosh
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[Intro: Fijimacintosh]
Ayy, cook that shit up, Lou
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
I just lift the door on the muhfuckin' Bentley (Oh)
I’ma kill the scene, they gon' have to call forensics
My shooter want a body, he be muhfuckin' itching
Give her a Perc’, she be muhfuckin' itching
Lil' bitch, sit down, need to muhfuckin' listen
This shit is wicked, this shit is wicked
When I was 4, bitch, I knew I was gifted
And these n***as talkin' money but they don't get a percentage

[Verse 1: Fijimacintosh]
Ridin' in that motherfucker fast with the cream seat (Woo)
I could never give a motherfuck about the police
Strapped with the MAC 'case you n***as try to sink me
I can’t trust nobody but myself the way I’m thinking
Oh, that's your bitch, well I swear she be creamin’
Most of these n***as, they gon' hate for no reason
Bitch, I'm the church like a motherfuckin' deacon
You thought I was cuffin’ but, bitch, it ain't cuffin' season
Bro did not catch me, my body a tool
Shootin' everybody ridin' with you (What?)
Big body when I'm swervin' the coupe
I need the cheese, love when it's blue
Smoking on this Hercules, sippin' on that "What you need?"
Hit my stick scream it out just like, "Yeah, ooh"
[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
I just lift the door on the muhfuckin' Bentley (Oh)
I'ma kill the scene, they gon' have to call forensics
My shooter want a body, he be muhfuckin' itching
Give her a Perc', she be muhfuckin' itching
Lil' bitch, sit down, need to muhfuckin' listen
This shit is wicked, this shit is wicked
When I was 4, bitch, I knew I was gifted
And these n***as talkin' money but they don't get a percentage (Talking money, yeah)

[Verse 2: Brandon & Fijimacintosh]
(What? What?)
Uh, pop me two Percs and I lift it (Yeah, yeah)
I got this bitch suckin' dick and balls off (Yeah)
She lick the tip of my dick in the Bentley (Yeah, yeah)
This is that muhfuckin' Super Saiyan flow (Bitch)
I got Nike in my jeans and they Vetement (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck on that bitch from the back, gonna settle in
All of my n***as got cash and the racks, bitch
If you ain't fuckin', then onto the next bitch
Got the K in the back, I just reload a full clip
What the fuck is you talkin' for, lil' bitch? (What?)
Why the fuck ain't you toppin', lil' ho? (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma fuck your ho all on the floor (All on the floor)
I blew the weed and it fell out on the floor
I will get another pack, bro, there's some more
All this pain, I need healin' so I blow the dope
Remove all your feelings when you in the scope
Just pass me the blunt then we chill, it's a roast
She hit me up talking 'bout, "Let's take it slow"
Let's take it slow, fuck that lil' ho
I'm tryna go so fast, doin' the dash
I got my slatt in the muhfuckin' back
Tweaking lil' bitch, she a muhfuckin' twat
Me and Fiji 'bout to muhfuck up racks, bitch (Bitch)
[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
I just lift the door on the muhfuckin' Bentley (Oh)
I'ma kill the scene, they gon' have to call forensics
My shooter want a body, he be muhfuckin' itching
Give her a Perc', she be muhfuckin' itching
Lil' bitch, sit down, need to muhfuckin' listen
This shit is wicked, this shit is wicked
When I was 4, bitch, I knew I was gifted
And these n***as talkin' money but they don't get a percentage