Fent Friday (feat. Zay989)

(You gon' notice me) (You gon' know it's me) (Ay, you gon' know it's me) Bitch, you gon' know it's me Finna walk up in eight deep, you gon' notice me Sendin' out fifty four-fives, like these bullets free Choppa hit like four-for-four times Man, my shooters cheap Dumbass, you know I'm more important Fentanyl Friday, here's some perc's that I got imported Wake B up in the stu, shit, he dead snorin' Two perc's deep in this bitch, shit, it got borin' Yeah, I know You ain't got no bag, got no racks Yeah, I know I just met some dumb slutty bitches by the store Hit 'em at the mall, drop 'em at the phone store Got the shells by the trunk, gotta keep it on the low Put 40 on your head F*ck around, you won't say shit Talkin' 'bout a BBL, bitch I'll give you free facelifts XD's, Glicko's, Draco's, same shit Bust those, cut-throat Headshot, basic Bet you when I'm cuttin' up the block it's gettin' dangerous Whole street spun, brother dead, just face it Rolled him in a wood, spark it up, just face it Reggie ass pack, got me smokin' on some lame shit Creepin' through his yard with the Glick, I'm patient Seen him walkin' out with the stick, I'ma rake him Beggin' for life, f*ck that, I'ma take it Demon time, Hellboy, related to Satan Nigga tried to run off Boy, we 'boutta chase him Have him duckin' shells, like this shit was the Matrix Movin' bricks like a mason, your pockets vacant Gamble with your life, lil' nigga, try to play me Hunnid shots up in this bitch I ain't even aimin' Lately, I've been on some other shit Money, I'm in love with it I can't get enough of it Niggas ain't even touched a ten Niggas tucked they tail, know they scared Bro ain't down to ride He know he'll tell, he get caught for a homicide On the side note, I fire poles, watch him die slow My hoes, all bad Young, rich, and black What you call that? End of the shotty, I'ma saw that Bitch, bend over, I'ma dog that Fall back, you niggas is all cap Send the drop, and you know I'm on that (And you know I'm on that) 'Cause I'm back though Big four-fives, I got you duckin' all these pistols Keep a Glock-nine, all my dracos is akimbo Fifteen and five for the key, this shit is simple F*ck it, we gon' get 'em gone, drop 'em at the citgo Big ass chop, .556, let that bitch blow Hard head got his ass robbed Where'd your shit go? Get yo' ass knocked, out fighting like I'm Kimbo Put him in a pack and that shit straight endo