Fenix Flexin - Fenix Flexin Vol. 2 (Intro) lyrics

(FBeat go crazy)
Nigga
Yeah, it's FBeat Flexin
Boy, that chopper gon' clear a nigga section
(FBeat producing 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 up in this field
Nigga
(Lace 'em up)
If you go and get a bag, movе up out the way
(Move up out the way)
'Causе jealousy be all around
When you getting cake
(Crazy)
Gotta keep your circle small like a dot
Nigga
(Like a dot, nigga)
Out here riding 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 going school shopping, 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 ho)
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)
Everything 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 no subtweeting, 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
(But 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 ho a nigga
(But I'll ho 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
Praying everyday 'cause the life
We living 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 selling, boy
We pouring lines
(Woah)
Baby girl
We falling off if you don't fall in line
(Woah)
Listen, we'll turn a house
Party into Columbine
(Buh)
Flipped 'em, ain't playing
'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 producing all the heat)