Fergivicious lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, a lot of you people look at me like
"Who the f*ck this n*gga think he is?"
Lord Ferg the Second, the Fergenstein
All the trap lordians stand up, yeah

[Verse 1]
Hi! I'm Fergivicious
To a bunch of b*tches, man, I'm Fergielicious
Riding with a bunch of little trap villains
Turn it up, leave yo ass on the ceiling
f*ck your opinion n*gga, I be killing
Hippy white b*tch on the penicilling
Getting all the bad b*tches I been feeling
Think a n*gga trapping? Yeah, I'm drug dealing
Hit her with the crack pipe get her lifted
Take a little sip-sip of my drip-drip
f*ck a little trill b*tch 'til my di*k limp
I love the way you lick-lick on my di*k tip
Riding in the Bentley, you in a Civic
f*ck your main broad 'til she on my friend's di*k
4-5-6, yeah, my n*ggas tripping
Shout out to the max and my n*ggas' Cripping
A$AP Q, yeah, my n*gga cripping
Marty Baller macking, yeah, he Blood dripping
5 point star for a thug n*gga
'bout 2 keys for the snow sniffing
White gold teeth cause a n*gga don't sleep
Nightmares of being broke cause I'm seeing no cheese
b*tch coming at me cause I'm dropping no fees
She can get up on a n*gga for about a couple G's
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Hey, Joyde! Hi, twin!
Thinking 'bout my goddamn father again
Why he couldn't see a n*gga in Medusa lens
Why he couldn't see a n*gga cop his first Benz
Why he couldn't see a n*gga pop his first band
Only b*tches 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 n*gga, that's life
But them n*ggas did it up in they past lives
Moët with Crystal n*gga, that's right
Bet them n*ggas 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 f*cking chin is
Are you Popeye? Eat your f*cking spinach
Bunch of young Trap Lords and we down for sinning
A$AP Soul, that's my f*cking n*gga
Young Tarzan, that's my little n*gga
Crawling in them b*tches like a caterpillar
The b*tch can't be all in my Hilfiger
Flacko Jodye, he a trill n*gga
Twelv' the good goon be that real n*gga
Nasty Baby want to kill a n*gga
All us together the illest n*ggas
[Chorus]
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