Fenix Flexin - 1,2,3,4 lyrics

(FBeat go crazy)
Ay, bitch (I got bands on me)
Lay a nigga down if he put his hands on me
We don't kick it with no squares
We do with hams only
(FBeat producing all the heat)

4-5 for the Glock
My stack so big that i might whip a bands pot
She a thot, baby girl I want the top
I might beat that thing down
But I ain't finna eat the box
Baby listen, I'm some top notch pimp
So when you in my presence don't you talk
Just listen
I got
(?) for weeks and I got freaks for geeks
You be payin' for that pussy
I be hittin' it free
Nigga, on a scale of 1 to 10
Of being broke, you a 10 nigga
Don't pretend nigga
Told a baby go ahead and use
Your throat when I'm in
Nigga

Told me she a athlete, spread them ass cheeks
(them ass cheeks)
When i lapsе in that pussy like a track meet
But if we bein' honеst
It ain't money don't attract me
Yellow bone with long hair, fatass
She almost trap me
We go chase a nigga down like a taxi
Brodie wanna shot him, all I tryinna do
You ain't that nigga that you was

I don't get it
You niggas trippin'
Walk around with that 40 on me
Nigga yeah it's tucking true religion

1, 2, 3
4 high for the low then
I'm fuckin' on yo hoe
5, 6, 7, 8 Imma break a bitch
You gon' take her on a date
(you gon' date)
8, 9, 10, 11 bands on your head
My lil nigga trynna get them
Ay, and I don't fuck with 12
I keep that hammer on me
I get a nigga nailed
(brr-r-r)

Got a ball up in your court, nigga game time
(game time)
Ain't no room for hesitation, Imma bang mine
You ever smacked a 4 and 4
Percs at the same time
We'll do this nigga hella weird
If he ain't slime
Cought him on the innerstate
Imma still blow it
(on my momma)
Hoppin' out a foreign whips
With a steel showing
7 years ago was when I broke
Her and she still hoein'
(it's crazy)
Nigga mad 'cause lil baby
Out here tip-toein'
(tip-toein')
No matter where we at
You see that stick poking
I just spent some nigga' Hellcat
Up on Rick Owens
Baby girl don't get it square
I ain't Nick Jonas
(Nick Jonas)
Nigga thought this shit was funny games
'til that bitch blowin'
Ou-e, baby choose me for the huge feet
If she really get that bag right
I buy her new teeth
Yeah, I ain't your average rapper
I crash house
Speakin' on my name, he get shot
Fuck a pack out

1, 2, 3
4 high for the low then
I'm fuckin' on yo hoe
5, 6, 7, 8 Imma break a bitch
You gon' take her on a date
(you gon' date)
8, 9, 10, 11 bands on your head
My lil nigga trynna get them
Ay, and I don't fuck with 12
I keep that hammer on me
I get a nigga nailed
(brr-r-r)

(FBeat producing all the heat)