Songtexte HeatChexk - FyeNixx

(Oh my god FyeNixx what the fuck)

Bitch I hopped up in a lamb, backseat with the sticks
I be fucking hella hoes, I might fuck ya bitch
And I'm smoking hella weed, it might be addictive
And I'm totting hella poles backed up with the switches
All my weed come from LA we don't roll no swishers
She keep telling me to chill I don't even listen
They be tryna hunt us down all they money missing

And I'm speeding inna V12 can't slow it down
Gotcho bitch in my DMs tryna get pipped down
Keep that nina by my side strapped with 18 rounds
Incase a nigga wanna play we gon gun em down
And we be getting hella high, bitch we touched the moon
I be feeling like LaFlame, highest inna room
I'm a fuck her off a perc, she fuck off the shrooms
All this paper around me like I'm inna tomb
I can't fuck with none you niggas y'all be all strange
Pop a nigga from a mile away I got range
She said "FyeNixx you too wild man you need to change"
Told her "I carry big bills, I don't carry change"
How the fuck you expect that when you act the same?
How the fuck can I relax I cannot be tamed
I be driving in this hellcat, man I got road rage
I'm a demon behind the wheel I be swerving lanes

Bitch I hopped up in a lamb, backseat with the stick
I be fucking hella hoes, I might fuck ya bitch
And I'm smoking hella weed, it might be addictive
And I'm totting hella poles backed up with the switches
All my weed come from LA we don't roll no swishers
She keep telling me to chill I don't even listen
They be tryna hunt us down all they money missing
This a Heatcheck exclusive nigga mind ya business