Ferragamo Songtext
von EsDeeKid

Ay, ay, EsDee

Ferragamo belt, I rock it with the Burberry
These little divvies actin′ like they never fuckin' heard of me
I smoke kush, I′m in the 'Dam, I go to Germany
I fucked upon her friend, and now she said she's gonna murder me
I′m sniffin′ coke, I take it right back to the '80s
I party ′til I can't, I′m bumpin' kenny, sippin′ Baileys
Got Wock' up in me cup, and then I spilt it on me trainees
I'm goin′ fuckin′ scatty, took a Benz in a Mercedes

E-E-EsDee, I'm the talk of the town
Got the game in me pocket, lad, they′re stalkin' the sound
Gotta keep me nose runny, so I′m snortin' up a pound
Better not hit me up, ′cause I'm walkin' him down
Chrome hoodie on me back, and on me foot I rock Osiris
They′re talkin′ on me name, they spread it 'round like it′s a virus
I'm stackin′ up me dough, while you're still sad and sat in minus
I used to smoke on mid, but now I′m smokin' on the finest


Lad, I've pulled up to the spot, four-deep inside a Bimmer
Three birds in the whip, Gabbie, Sarah, and Camila
Lad, they all speak Spanish, ′cause I love me a Latina
Now we′re swervin' on the M, I′ve got myself a misdemeanor
L-Lad, I'm sick of hittin′ back roads on me Jack Jones
Only see me wearin' black clothes on me backbones
Fuck a graft and fuck a trap phone, I don′t jack those
EsDee, I attract hoes, fuck 'em, then I dash, bro

Pullin' up into the party with me army
I′m sniffin′ kenny off me car key, no Ferrari
I'm gettin′ freaky with a yardie, but it isn't carni′
I'm smarmy, I′ll put it to your head, no Hardy

Ferragamo belt, I rock it with the Burberry
These little divvies actin' like they never fuckin' heard of me
I smoke kush, I′m in the ′Dam, I go to Germany
I fucked upon her friend, and now she said she's gonna murder me
I′m sniffin' coke, I take it right back to the ′80s
I party 'til I can′t, I'm bumpin' kenny, sippin′ Baileys
Got Wock′ up in me cup, and then I spilt it on me trainees
I'm goin′ fuckin' scatty, took a Benz in a Mercedes (huh)