Текст песни Fenix Flexin Vol. 2 Intro - Fenix Flexin

FBeat go crazy
Nigga, yeah, it's FBeat Flexin
Boy, that chopper gon' clear a nigga section
(FBeat producin' all the heat)

Trials and tribulations of a real nigga (of a real nigga)
Way before the Gucci, it was Hilfiger (it was Hilfiger)
Lil' baby extra out of pocket, what's the deal with her? (She out of pocket)
If you pull it, better pop it, let's be real, nigga (better pop it)

Is you spiritually ready to go and kill, nigga? (Is you ready?)
Better lace them cleats up in this field, nigga (lace 'em up)
If you go and get a bag, move up out the way (move up out the way)
'Cause jealousy be all around when you gettin' cake (crazy)

Gotta keep your circle small like a dot, nigga (like a dot, nigga)
Out here ridin' hella dick, you a thot nigga (you a thot nigga)
Every time you see us out, we got pops with us (we got pops with us)
Like we goin' school shoppin', but we not, nigga (yeah, that Glock with us)

Ain't a damn thing change but the guap, nigga (guap, nigga)
We'll turn a tough guy to a Fox victim (shit crazy)
You just touched your first hundred, put that shit up (put that shit up)
You at the crib with that bitch when she hit up (she a hoe)

Every time a nigga fall, I'ma get up (I'ma get up)
Every time a nigga call, she'll pick up (hello)
When she suck a nigga balls, get my dick up (get my dick up)
I told lil' baby go and swallow, then she hiccup (then she hiccup)

I'm a smooth operator, ain't no hiccups (nah, for real)
I fucked that bitch that got a baby by your big bruh (ayy, ayy)
Everythin' I got the latest, I be dripped up (shh)
Glicked up, I be on La Brea with a stick tucked (buh, buh)

I don't do no sub-tweetin', what the word is? (What the word is?)
I don't pillow talk or speak down without no verdicts
Let a nigga go and speak on brodie, it's a service (it's a service)
Can't show you no degree, but I could show you where a bird is (where a brick at?)

I don't know your bitch, but she know a nigga (she know me)
Front row at every show tryna blow a nigga (tryna blow me)
No, I ain't no bitch boy, but I'll hoe a nigga (but I'll hoe a nigga)
He ain't never seen no dead body, we'll show a nigga (brrt)

Ayy, it get tricky on them late nights (on them late nights)
You will go and lose your damn life tryna think twice
Prayin' every day 'cause the life we livin' ain't right
Pull it out my pants, told lil' baby, "What it taste like?" (shh)

Chanel, Gucci (ayy-ayy)
Burberry or the Louie (buh-buh)
I just sprayed some number 9 and counted up a dime
We just got a pint, fuck sellin', boy, we pourin' lines (whoa)

Baby girl, we fallin' off if you don't fall in line (whoa)
Listen, we'll turn a house party into Columbine (buh)
Flipped 'em, ain't playin' 'bout no chicken, I need all of mines
Ask your bitch about me, only thing I see is dollar signs (shh)

Nigga, Fenix Flexin Vol. 2, on my mama, nigga
Ask around, we with that drama, nigga
Ayy, any nigga got a problem, we'll solve it
Shh, shh, yeah, we ridin' with them Glocks, no revolvers
Ayy, mm, bitch! (FBeat go crazy)

(FBeat producin' all the heat)