[Intro]
(FBeat go crazy)
FBeat go crazy
Hmm, hey
Fenix Flexin
(FBeat producing all the heat)
Nigga
Ayy, ayy
Bitch
Huh
[Chorus]
Oye coño, ya tu sabes (Ayy)
Bounce out with the Glock, we'll do a nigga grave (Buh, buh)
I need the code to the safe, I need the clave (The clave)
I been really gettin' busy, on my madre (On my mama)
Big chops, big Glocks, we with all that (Brrt)
We ain't aiming for no legs, we on ball caps (Buh, buh)
Your bitch chose, she with a joint, nigga, fall back (She with a joint)
We ain't worried 'bout no beef, boy, we all strapped (We ain't worried 'bout it)
[Verse 1]
She gon' do it on the 'Gram, what about the— ooh? (She gon' do it)
Nigga, ain't no second guessin', better pop your tool (Ayy, ayy)
Real nigga, on my mama, ain't a lot to prove (Nigga)
Why you actin' like a stepper when you not that dude?
Prada runners or the Louis, boy, I can't call it (Boy, I can't call it)
Free my niggas sittin' in that county jail callin' (Free the homies)
Yeah, I fell off for a minute, but I'm back ballin' (Yeah, I'm back, bitch)
Better come and get your bitch, boy, she back on it (Yeah, she back, bitch)
He said what? Squabble who? Drop them racks on him (Drop them racks on him)
You ever ran up on a nigga, put your slap on him? (Frrt)
You ever put up to the blade to get your racks on it? (Blade, nigga)
Real spill, you know the deal, I'm just fact-talking (I'm just fact-talking)
I won't let you hit my cup like you backwashing (Ugh)
But hell nah, boy, this just some Quagen (Ah, ah)
Smoke a 'Wood, pop a— yeah, I think I'm levitating (Think I'm floating)
Lil' mami talking like she bad, but she hella basic (She hella basic)
To keep it real, he ain't that and he need to face it (Woah)
Walk a nigga down, bitch, I think I'm Jason (Walk him down)
YG, that's my dog, he a sharpshooter (He a sharpshooter)
She done fucked so many tricks, she got a large cooter (Bitch)
If you ain't came with us, you can't hang with us (You can't hang with us)
Drug dealers, gang members, I brought gang with us (Brought gang with us)
You ain't even gotta ask, you know it's flame with us (We got pole on us)
Them niggas aimed, they shot and missed, but they ain't get us (Fah, fah)
(FBeat go crazy)
FBeat go crazy
Hmm, hey
Fenix Flexin
(FBeat producing all the heat)
Nigga
Ayy, ayy
Bitch
Huh
[Chorus]
Oye coño, ya tu sabes (Ayy)
Bounce out with the Glock, we'll do a nigga grave (Buh, buh)
I need the code to the safe, I need the clave (The clave)
I been really gettin' busy, on my madre (On my mama)
Big chops, big Glocks, we with all that (Brrt)
We ain't aiming for no legs, we on ball caps (Buh, buh)
Your bitch chose, she with a joint, nigga, fall back (She with a joint)
We ain't worried 'bout no beef, boy, we all strapped (We ain't worried 'bout it)
[Verse 1]
She gon' do it on the 'Gram, what about the— ooh? (She gon' do it)
Nigga, ain't no second guessin', better pop your tool (Ayy, ayy)
Real nigga, on my mama, ain't a lot to prove (Nigga)
Why you actin' like a stepper when you not that dude?
Prada runners or the Louis, boy, I can't call it (Boy, I can't call it)
Free my niggas sittin' in that county jail callin' (Free the homies)
Yeah, I fell off for a minute, but I'm back ballin' (Yeah, I'm back, bitch)
Better come and get your bitch, boy, she back on it (Yeah, she back, bitch)
He said what? Squabble who? Drop them racks on him (Drop them racks on him)
You ever ran up on a nigga, put your slap on him? (Frrt)
You ever put up to the blade to get your racks on it? (Blade, nigga)
Real spill, you know the deal, I'm just fact-talking (I'm just fact-talking)
I won't let you hit my cup like you backwashing (Ugh)
But hell nah, boy, this just some Quagen (Ah, ah)
Smoke a 'Wood, pop a— yeah, I think I'm levitating (Think I'm floating)
Lil' mami talking like she bad, but she hella basic (She hella basic)
To keep it real, he ain't that and he need to face it (Woah)
Walk a nigga down, bitch, I think I'm Jason (Walk him down)
YG, that's my dog, he a sharpshooter (He a sharpshooter)
She done fucked so many tricks, she got a large cooter (Bitch)
If you ain't came with us, you can't hang with us (You can't hang with us)
Drug dealers, gang members, I brought gang with us (Brought gang with us)
You ain't even gotta ask, you know it's flame with us (We got pole on us)
Them niggas aimed, they shot and missed, but they ain't get us (Fah, fah)
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