Fenix Flexin - Red Flag lyrics

(FBEAT go crazy)
Ay ay
(Better watch out ngga, red flag)
(If she ain’t first, then she last
My bitch bad)

If she look, then she took, ngga
Bitch be gone
I done did a lot of shit
My nggas can’t speak on
For real, bouncin’ out with that steel
Give a fuck ‘bout how you feel
All my nggas trained to kill
Listen
(Brrrr) Ay, we some politicians
Politicin’ with the homies
Bought another mission
(On my mama ngga)
Yeah, my brodie flipped ‘em
(Big Tony flippin’)
I think I can see the
Wocky when a ngga pissin’
(Crank)
I like spittin’ on that pussy
And then watch it glisten
Steppin’ out in Louis Vuittons, yeah
My shoes are Christian
(Christian)
Ay, but they don’t go to church
(Go to church)
Ten toes down ngga, imma put in work (Ay)
Papa racka with that choppa
Tryna put in work
Tryna fuck a city girl like I’m Lil Uzi Vert
Her legs up, makе her squirt
Paid four hundred for a shirt
It all up on me, so you know I’m in hеr purse
I’m walkin round with Neiman
I could rake a shirt
I hit em with the steamin’
Hit my ngga in the trap, and he
I have to tell yo bitch to kick it
Boy that hoe was screamin

You say your baby from where, ngga, red flags
She fuck and rot her kids away ngga
Red flags
(Uh, uh)
Only ones up in her safe ngga, red flags
(Bitch)
Woodcuts up in her trash ngga, red flags
(Fuck)

You nggas trippin (You nggas trippin)
If you wanna get some bitches, pay attention
(Listen up)
You better watch out for the red flags
(For real)
If she ain’t first
Then she last but my bitch bad
(Ahh)
Yeah, I skeeted on the sheets (on the sheets)
Fenix Flexin ngga, bet ya hoe know im a freak
(Nah for real)
Cause I be fuckin on lil baby
Turn her body weak
(Uh, uh)
One thing I love about the
Cold is the body heat
(Bitch)
When I’m fuckin on ya hoe ngga
(On ya hoe ngga)
Ask about me, Fenix Flexin, ima go-getter
(Go-getter)
All my nggas, we some gorillas
All yo ngga’s bitch made, pussy ass hoe nggas
(On my momma ngga)
You are not a joint, you a swisher ngga
(Bitch)
I ain’t trippin bout no bitches
We gon’ switch em ngga
Ayy!
Tell lil baby, kick it like karate class
(Imma kick it)
I’m in the back of the club with a lotta cash
Tell lil mommy like her body, got a lotta ass
The type of booty you just see
And you just gotta have
(On my momma)
She don’t got a iPhone, made her call a cab
Red flags, red flags, ngga these is red flags
(Skrrt)