Fendi P - Wit My Left (Feat Lil Wayne) Lyrics

Artist: Fendi P (Feat Lil Wayne)
Album: Late Nights, Early Mornings
Year: 2018

[Chorus – Fendi P]
I whip this shit wit’ my left (wit’ my left)
I whip this shit wit’ my left (my left)
I whip this shit wit’ my left (wit’ my left)
I whip this shit wit’ my left (my left)
I whip this shit wit’ my left (wit’ my left)
I whip this shit wit’ my left (my left)
I whip this shit wit’ my left (wit’ my left)
I whip this shit wit’ my left (my left)

[Verse 1 – Fendi P]
Foul on the play, where the ref? (ref)
I’m the one, go in, attack (attack)
On me these fuck-niggas was there (was there)
No loyalty, no respect (nah)
Niggas like us is extinct (extinct)
It’s only a few of us left (a few)
I hold that bitch to the side (to the side)
I whip that shit wit’ my left (whip it)
I seen some murders in person (person)
Shit wasn’t business, it was personal (was personal)
Hi-Tech, some Tuss and some purple (Act’)
I had to roll me a person (a person)
I lost a pack, had to suffer (had to suffer)
Shit had me sick to my stomach (damn)
You judge a nigga, how he overcome?
I’m seclusive and nigga a hundred (a hundred)
Can’t hold a hundred, I had to trap off a Bundy
I grind from Monday to Monday, baby ya heard me?
Even on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I got a lick on some birdies (some birdies)
Bitch you too thirsty, I’m drippin’ Fiji (Fiji)
Get what I want out the bitch, she a genie (a genie)
A xan and a soda, call it a martini
Push start the car make the top eeny-weeny (eeny-weeny)
It’s like she dreamin’, this shit is really is happenin’
I gotta own automatic, I know some hoes they from Dallas (Dallas)
I call them, bands make them pallet (pallet)
Hold so much green, fuck a salad (haha)
I might just cop me some Bally’s
I whip it up wit’ a fork (fork)
I really shine in the dark (in the dark)
I bring that Rollie to life (yup)
I whip that shit wit’ my left, make it right

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
I whip this shit wit’ my left, I had to sip and I slept
I woke up ready to chef, my hoe up ready to F
We pull up on y’all when y’all deep
We be mellow, mysterious, and mystique
Then one of us ask for directions
Like: “excuse me, do you know where the- *brrrrrrrr*”
We light it up nigga, we fuckin’ the cypher up nigga
We get out and rifle butt niggas
The shit that we taking is psychin’ up niggas
To kill niggas like it’s nothin’ nigga
Look left and right, and duck nigga
I chef the white right up nigga, I whip the shit wit’ my left
And give it to my right-hand man, cause he know that it’s life or death
We got the snow in the summer, I got the dope on my women
I got the stick on myself, cause I know that it’s life or death
Whip the whip cream like a stealth, whip the white till I see wealth
Head first like Michael Phelps, red shirt, that’s not gon’ help
Cause I need that yurple, only the money is verbal
We got more tan than surfers, watch my left hand do circles
The cocaine expand the surface, I just bought the bando curtains
I seen more sand than turbans, seen more white girl than bourbon
Served on Bourbon, give us the world, we hurt ’em
Give us a check that’s murder, fuck the verdict
Trap in your area, drink like aquarium
Right hand or left whip up, we ambidextrous