Fendi’d Up Songtext
von CEO Trayle

Go
Backdoor
Backdoor
Backdoor
Yea
(Money done geeked on this motherfucka)
Aye

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 make it triple up
Real big dog up against a pup
Doubled F, Fendi Up


Caught a bitch, out the club
And next 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 (Aye, aye)
Back block I bent it up (Aye)
Big Backdoor not eating Gus′


300 shots nigga, it was 3 of us
I'm 2 silver pots nigga, I'm gone beat it up
Balenciaga Crocs bitch, cus my feet is up
Looking at the stars
I′m on the phone
I′m re'ing up
This bitch me shocked
Swallowed all my demons up
Big Backdoor don′t knock
Listening to my shit or what
Big Backdoor the block burner
I might blick it up
They 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 want to feel your butt
Give Backdoor one time with it
You can't feel your guts
Roll a wood or dutch
How you change?
It just was us

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 make it triple up
Real big dog up against a pup
Doubled F, Fendi Up
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 make it triple up
Real big dog up against a pup
Doubled F, Fendi Up