Feds Fenix Flexin (Ft. Rob Vicious)

[Intro: Fenix Flexin]
Ooh, bitch (It's a Rappa beat, bitch)
Ayy, ayy-ayy (DJ Flippp, make the money flip)

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
Do-do-do, that's the sound of the choppa rounds (Choppa rounds)
We ain't hoppin' out of whips, we finna walk 'em down (Finna walk 'em down)
Ayy, get 'em gone, I won't make a sound (Make a sound)
Fenix Flexin, Rob Vicious, probably out of bounds (Out of bounds, ayy)
I been faded off this finnigan (Ayy)
I just broke a stripper bitch, her name was Cinnamon (Name was Cinnamon)
I got two twin chops, them bitches synonyms (Synonyms)
Baby girl, let's hit the road, we finna get it in

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Rob, what you wanna do? What's the situation? (Situations)
We'll get some niggas gone with no hesitation (Shh)
Ayy, I send a threat with an exclamation (Exclamation)
If I catch a fuckin' opp, you know I'ma take him (Nigga)
Sweetie pie ass nigga, boy, I wanna bake him (I wanna bake him)
If I feel this nigga soft, then I'm finna snake him (For real)
She got my balls in her mouth, yeah, I let her taste 'em (Ugh)
Rob Vicious, that's my brother, no, I can't replace him

[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
Gang, gang, gang, that's the sound of that gang shit
You don't stay dangerous, you don't speak my language (Ayy, gang)
I'm brainless, shameless, no, I'm not famous (Bitch)
I'll smoke you and every nigga you came with (Ah, grrah)
Pew-pew-pew, be quiet, the feds listenin'
Hit him with the fire, he died, his head missin' (Head missin')
I don't wanna smoke, I'm high and the meds kickin'
Blunt full of fire, I'm tired, it's dead endin' (Ayy, gang)
Fenix, what we on? (What we on?)
Ayy, catch me in a no-fuck-nigga zone
Big sticks, real hits, take a fuck nigga soul (Grrah)
Some' big in this drip, get a fuck nigga gone (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)