Fergivicious

Yeah, a lot of you people look at me like
«Who the fuck this nigga think he is?»
Lord Ferg the Second, the Fergenstein
All the trap lordians stand up, yeah
Hi! I’m Fergivicious
To a bunch of bitches man, I’m Fergielicious
Riding with a bunch of little trap villains
Turn it up, leave yo ass on the ceiling
Fuck your opinion nigga, I be killing
Hippy white bitch on the penicilling
Getting all the bad bitches I been feeling
Think a nigga trapping? Yeah, I’m drug dealing
Hit her with the crack pipe get her lifted
Take a little sip-sip of my drip-drip
Fuck a little trill bitch 'til my dick limp
I love the way you lick-lick on my dick tip
Riding in the Bentley, you in a Civic
Fuck your main broad 'til she on my friend’s dick
4−5-6, yeah, my niggas tripping
Shout out to the max and my niggas' Cripping
A$AP Q, yeah, my nigga cripping
Marty Baller macking, yeah, he Blood dripping
5 point star for a thug nigga
'bout 2 keys for the snow sniffing
White gold teeth cause a nigga don’t sleep
Nightmares of being broke cause I’m seeing no cheese
Bitch coming at me cause I’m dropping no fees
She can get up on a nigga for about a couple G’s
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
Hey, Joyde! Hi, twin!
Thinking 'bout my goddamn father again
Why he couldn’t see a nigga in Medusa lens
Why he couldn’t see a nigga cop his first Benz
Why he couldn’t see a nigga pop his first band
Only bitches love me tryna get up in my pants
Riding in a limo with a bunch of fake friends
Who be only around me cause I make ends
I feel the pain for my bro cause his dad died
My daddy gone too, my nigga, that’s life
But them niggas did it up in they past lives
Moët with Crystal nigga, that’s right
Bet them niggas dressed up in them white suits
Rhythm and the blues in a white coupe
Spit it through a cloud with a nice boo
Daddy, Anna-Nicole probably like you
Ahh, I’m so vicious
Riding in a coup with a bunch of killas
Are you gangbanging, man? I couldn’t see it
Like twisting up your fingers in a pair of mittens
Put 'em in the water with a bunch of fishes
Watch a frog leap were his fucking chin is
Are you Popeye? Eat your fucking spinach
Bunch of young Trap Lords and we down for sinning
A$AP Soul, that’s my fucking nigga
Young Tarzan, that’s my little nigga
Crawling in them bitches like a caterpillar
The bitch can’t be all in my Hilfiger
Flacko Jodye, he a trill nigga
Twelv' the good goon be that real nigga
Nasty Baby want to kill a nigga
All us together the illest niggas
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own
All I know is pain
Surviving on my own