Not Klyde, Kid Tris - Fendi (Thrashlife) lyrics

Aye, yeah laughter
Yo, Tris went crazy cheers to you
We gotta give him another one, aye
Get in there,  get in there

They had a choppa on me ready, tried to
Kill me, that's a Fendi, Yeah
Ed Edd n' Eddy, Boy you stupid or you petty
This the throwback to that summer night, '95
I be rolling all alone at night, Fendi -

Yeah, what, what, aye, aye, aye
Groovy Mar$ on the track

They had a choppa on me
Ready, tried to kill me, That's a Fendi
Ed Edd n' Eddy, Boy you stupid or you petty
This the throwback to that summer night, '95
I be rolling all alone at night, Fendi life
Living marvelous, no more hard regrets
Used to live a grimy life, never confident
(Living marvelous, no more hard regrets
Used to live a grimy life, never confident)

Okay wet, wet, wet
Watch how I step, step, step
I was in the projects with
The savages scamming checks
They was flipping packs I
Was helping with regrets
Used to do lean, used to pop beans
This be my story, took my dirty
Made it clean i was so lost, I was so gone
Now I got purpose, Only living for God, aye

They had a choppa on me
Ready, tried to kill me, That's a Fendi
Ed Edd n' Eddy, Boy you stupid or you petty
This the throwback to that summer night, '95
I be rolling all alone at night, Fendi life
Living marvelous, no more hard regrets
Used to live a grimy life, never confident
(Living marvelous, no more hard regrets
Used to live a grimy life, never confident)

Blue Flame not Klyde
Bibliya Sa Kamay not Klyde
Ants in My Pants not Klyde

Yeah, I ain't got no choppers, I'm a rocker
Thrash life, he a pop star, showstopper
Bu-bu-bu, I got a Glock nine
Who could stop her?
Fendi life, I'm on that thirty-nine
Makin' bangers
Now we on one (Groovy Mar$ on the track) uh
Lil rapper hittin' up
They askin' for the huh
Just a adlib I'm tryna come in with the huh
I ain't even know he came in with the spirit
Got me huh? Spirit got me lifted
Think I'm bout to make a flop, flop, flop
You can watch how I walk, walk, walk
I got a bi-big bounce in my step on the block
On the thirty-nine, rage season
Not the cuff like ah
I said who made your grandmammy
Jump when the beat hit?
Who make the youth go crazy
When they rockin' it?
Who got the earth and the heavens
In control of it? You thought it was me?
No lil baby it was all Him

Yo I don't know if you gettin' it yet
But this that Thrash, life you heard me