HEAT STICK Shoreline Mafia
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[Intro]
(Pull some of that bass out, Bruce)
(D-Diego)
[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I got thirty bands on me and the bitch up in a headlock
Deadstock kicks and the bitch gon' make the bed rock
Lead hot, nigga trip on me, I bet his head pop
He looked up, all he seen was a red dot
Heat stick, hot stick, ridin' with a mop stick
Ain't goin' back and forth, if it's on, we on our opps quick
Freak bitch toxic, I fucked her, then I blocked it
Nigga tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin'
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin & OhGeesy]
You ain't choosin', then you losin', baby, get with me
I keep money comin' in and I keep blicky
Get to knockin' on them niggas like the mailman
I failed math class, but ran it up, I got hella bands
Now you see me, now you don't, bitch, I'm John Cena
But we ain't with that wrestlin', you know wе pop demons
If we ain't talkin' 'bout some monеy, then I'm not speakin'
Don't check me, check the bitch 'cause the thot creepin'
We finna get up on they ass, nigga, not even
Boogie down up on they block, now they block bleedin'
I told her, "Swallow, don't you spit it," she got all semen
Her ex-nigga was a nerd, I'm a whole creature
Get a chopper, hold a broom, that's a street sweeper
He ain't really in that water, he a knee deeper (Yeah, yeah)
Know lil' brodie tryna crash, he a tweak-tweaker (Yeah, yeah)
I need twenty bands cash (Yeah, yeah), ain't no free features
(Pull some of that bass out, Bruce)
(D-Diego)
[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I got thirty bands on me and the bitch up in a headlock
Deadstock kicks and the bitch gon' make the bed rock
Lead hot, nigga trip on me, I bet his head pop
He looked up, all he seen was a red dot
Heat stick, hot stick, ridin' with a mop stick
Ain't goin' back and forth, if it's on, we on our opps quick
Freak bitch toxic, I fucked her, then I blocked it
Nigga tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin'
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin & OhGeesy]
You ain't choosin', then you losin', baby, get with me
I keep money comin' in and I keep blicky
Get to knockin' on them niggas like the mailman
I failed math class, but ran it up, I got hella bands
Now you see me, now you don't, bitch, I'm John Cena
But we ain't with that wrestlin', you know wе pop demons
If we ain't talkin' 'bout some monеy, then I'm not speakin'
Don't check me, check the bitch 'cause the thot creepin'
We finna get up on they ass, nigga, not even
Boogie down up on they block, now they block bleedin'
I told her, "Swallow, don't you spit it," she got all semen
Her ex-nigga was a nerd, I'm a whole creature
Get a chopper, hold a broom, that's a street sweeper
He ain't really in that water, he a knee deeper (Yeah, yeah)
Know lil' brodie tryna crash, he a tweak-tweaker (Yeah, yeah)
I need twenty bands cash (Yeah, yeah), ain't no free features
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