Fendi’d Up Lyrics by CEO Trayle
[Intro]
Go
Backdoor, Backdoor, Backdoor
Yeah
(Money done geeked on this motherfucker)
[Chorus]
Ayy, coasters with double cups, clips doubled up
He got hit, he not sittin’ up, I don’t think he gettin’ up
Get some money, then you stack it, then you make it triple up
Real big dog up against a pup, double-F, Fendi’d up
[Verse]
Caught a bitch out the club, and this morning, she was in some scrubs
I said, “Baby, all these niggas scrubs,” I wasn’t the type in school give bitches hugs
Coroner come get him up, Trackhawk get tinted up
Ayy, ayy, back block, I bent it up
Ayy, Big Backdoor not eatin’ guts
Uh, uh, three hundred shots, nigga, it was three of us
Uh, uh, on two silver pots, nigga, I’m gon’ beat it up
Uh, Balenciaga Crocs, bitch, ’cause my feet is up
Ayy, uh, lookin’ at the stocks, I’m on the phone, I’m re-in’ up
Ayy, uh, this bitch had me shocked, swallowed all my demons up
Yeah, uh, Big Backdoor don’t knock, listenin’ to my shit or what?
Ayy, uh, Big Backdoor the block burner, I might blick it up
Ayy, spill the sauce, they lick it up, you better go get your chicken up
Lights on in this bitch, is that his wrist or what?
Bitch, give a fuck about your face, I just wan’ feel your butt
Give Backdoor one time with it, you can’t feel your guts
Roll a ‘Wood, a Dutch, how you change? It just was us
[Chorus]
Ayy, coasters with double cups, clips doubled up
He got hit, he not sittin’ up, I don’t think he gettin’ up
Get some money, then you stack it, then you make it triple up
Real big dog up against a pup, double-F, Fendi’d up
Ayy, coasters with double cups, clips doubled up
He got hit, he not sittin’ up, I don’t think he gettin’ up
Get some money, then you stack it, then you make it triple up
Real big dog up against a pup, double-F, Fendi’d up
