Fenix Flexin - Dead Homies lyrics

(FBeat go crazy)
Wop, wop, wop
Bitch, on the dead homies

Nigga, dead homies
(FBeat producing all the heat)
I been sliding with this lead on me (Skrrt)
We ain't aiming for no legs
We want heads only
(Buh, buh)
Dead homies
Told lil' baby put that head on me
(Put that head on me)
You know I don't want no pussy
Just want head only
(Ayy)
Dead homies
Play with who? Catch a dead homie
(Catch a dead homie)
I got this nigga baby mama tryna spread on me
(Tryna spread on me)
Dead homies, press who? I got that FN on me
(On the dead homies)
You the type of nigga lying
On your dead homies
Dead homies, ayy (Bitch, ayy, ayy)
Every time you see me out you know
A nigga got that shit on me
Ayy
(I got that shit on me)
Why he mad? I don't know, probably
'cause this nigga bitch on me
Ayy
('Cause his bitch on me)
Play with who? Pop out, you know a
Nigga got that stick on me
Ayy
(These niggas tripping)
And if he pick on me, then
Put that clip on him
Nigga

Lil' baby sucking dick like she getting paid
(Like she getting paid)
I just dropped some Wocky in the lemonade
(In the lemonade)
We'll chase a nigga down in designer jeans
(Chase him down)
I can't work no 9 to 5
I want the finer things
(I want the finer things)
Ayy, shots poppin' out the AR (Boom, boom)
Grip the wood up on that
Draco just like a skateboard
Ayy, Fenix Flexin, yeah, I break whores
(Yeah, I break whores)
Send 'em out of state, lil' nigga
'cause they make more
('Cause they make more)
Ayy, bitch, I'm on it, yeah
I'm really poppin'
(Yeah, I'm really poppin')
Talkin' out his top, we hit his top
Left that nigga topless
(Brrt)
We got fifty round drums for
Niggas who be boxing
(Buh, buh)
Lil' baby run a marathon like
She came from Slauson
(Marathon)
Only thing I know is get it
I don't got a option
(Gotta get it)
I been getting hella cheese
I am not Wisconsin
(O oh)
I won't give a bitch shit
She just got the Johnson
(Johnson)
I think I fucked her too good
I got a guilty conscience
(I got a guilty conscience)
What you finna do when
Them bullets launching?
(What you gon' do?)
Is you gon' up that bitch and
Dump or proceed with caution?
(O oh)
My lil' nigga had a
Meeting with the locksmith
(Bitch)
He gon' clean your house
Like he Mary Poppins
(Clean that shit up)
Bitch, I'm very poppin' (Very poppin')
You know I'm a child of God
But the Devil knockin'
(Child of God, nigga)
Bitch, get up out my face
All that extra talking
(Get up out of here)
If you ain't paying, you ain't
Staying, get to walking
Bitch
I be on tip like a point guard (I be on tip)
Lil' baby say I fuck her
So good like a pornstar
I was worried 'bout some bands
Not report cards
Me and forcers slidin' blicked up
In a foreign car
(Slidin')
Ayy, 'cause it get like that
And if them niggas get right
We gon' get right back
I ain't worried 'bout no bitch
I'm tryna flip my pack
And I ain't never been no cat
But I'ma get my stacks
Nigga
(Stacks, ooh)
Ayy, on the real though (On the real though)
Yeah, my dick big like a dildo (Dildo)
Chopper get to poppin'
Make a nigga do a heel-toe
Knew I'd be a nigga ever
Since I was in velcroes

Nigga, dead homies (FBeat go crazy)
I been sliding with this lead on me (Skrrt)
We ain't aiming for no legs
We want heads only
(Buh, buh)
Dead homies
Told lil' baby put that head on me
(Put that head on me)
You know I don't want no pussy
Just want head only
(Just want head only)
Dead homies
Play with who? Catch a dead homie
(FBeat producing all the heat
Catch a dead homie)
I got this nigga baby mama tryna spread on me
(Tryna spread on me)
Dead homies, press who? I got that FN on me
(On the dead homies)
You the type of nigga lying
On your dead homies
Dead homies, ayy (Bitch, ayy, ayy)
Every time you see me out you know
A nigga got that shit on me
Ayy
(I got that shit on me)
Why he mad? I don't know, probably
'cause this nigga bitch on me
Ayy
('Cause his bitch on me)
Play with who? Pop out, you know a
Nigga got that stick on me
Ayy
(These niggas tripping)
And if he pick on me, then
Put that clip on him
Nigga