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[Fenix Flexin:] I just popped a Perc, get my mind right (Mind right) Bitch, I want some money, not no lime light (Lime light) Me and all my niggas, we beyond tight (‘Yond tight) We ain’t goin’ back and forth, bitch, it’s on sight (On sight) Ayy, told that bitch “Take yo clothes off” (Take yo clothes off) Big .40 knock his nose off (Big .40, nigga) She wanna Gucci purse but I want some head (I want some head) My niggas in the county, boy, they eatin’ bread (Eatin’ bread) If a nigga try to play me, we gon’ leave him dead (Leave him dead) I got tired of poppin’ Molly so I’m poppin’ meds (Poppin’ meds) Ooh, this a Oxy, all these niggas sweet like some toffee (Like some toffee) Double cup, nigga, I ain’t sippin’ coffee (Sippin’ lean) Play with us, he get chipped like some Taki’s (He get chipped) You don’t fuck how I fuck so she creepin’ on you (Bitch) I told my nigga P Dawg “Boy, they sleepin’ on you” (Sleepin’ on you) Glock-19 but it hold fifty, I gotta keep a stick ’cause it get sticky (Sticky) Like a math quiz, it gon’ get tricky, I’m doin’ drugs with a bitch like I’m Bobby Whitney (Ooh) Fenix Flexin count them bank rolls (Bank rolls) Boy, you niggas fuckin’ stank hoes (Stank hoes) I been fuckin’ on yo main ho (On yo main bitch) Keep it real, that’s the reason why you hate for (What you hatin’ for?) My Glock gay, it give him facials (Give him facials) I got a white bitch named Rachel (White bitch) When she fuckin’ on me it’s interracial (Interracial) I’m ’bout my paper like a nigga went to Staples (Racks)
[Ohgeesy:] You don’t need a nigga? Raise your hands up You with your best friend, then you finna dance up They playin’ City Girls, so you finna act up Drop it down to the floor, I throw them bands up Ass fat, you gon’ make it clap, huh? In a function, nigga, got your strap, huh? We don’t talk on the phone, ’cause it’s tapped, bruh Heard she don’t get no head but that’s cap, bruh Ayy, she be givin’ niggas hella head You done fucked up the re-up on me, hella bread Adam sent me a four of that medicine I remember way back they wouldn’t let us in Now they tryna drop a bag just to get us in I ain’t the best, nigga, tell me who is better then? I rock Truey, G Star and the Vetements They done fucked up, [?] bring Berettas in Walked in with pistolas I paint a nigga red like Crayola I been sippin’ on that red, thought I told ya Brand new BAPE kicks like I’m Soulja Ayy, yeah, like I’m Soulja Boy Still the same young nigga, I’m just older, boy Ayy, yeah, like I’m Soulja Boy Still the same young nigga, I’m just older, boy Ayy, ice on me, bitch, I’m froze up I’m a Jordan in my city, so she chose up It cost like five nigga, pour a four up And I just poured two, so I’m slowed up I can’t pop me no Percs, I’ma throw up It’s goin’ down, baby girl, we finna go up She put her lips on my dick ’cause I blowed up And I got ten bands when I showed up
[Warhol.SS:] I got mighty codeine and some dope (Gang, gang) And the nigga better watch for yo ho (Yeah) Two for ten, we can get it at the store (At the store) And my dawg outta line on the lows (On the lows) 22 up in the city for the bowls, yeah, yeah Countin’ money so we keep the trap closed, yeah, yeah Ain’t no comin’ on the block, you payed a toll, uh-huh And that bitch on the X, make her roll, uh-huh In the Hellcat with the fog lights (Fog) Got these VV’s on me, givin’ frostbite (VV’s) Brought your bitch through, she givin’ head all night (Bitch) Ridin’ real foreign’s, got the name on the exhaust pipe (Skrt, skrt) We got choppas in the truck, like the SWAT team Slime down the runway, we will leave ya block clean (Bah, bah) Ridin’ with two .30’s in the [?], we the Glock team (Bah, bah) Shotty got a .40 in the back and it’s not clean (Bah, bah) Tell a nigga “Cash out”, I’ma leave him ass out Pussy nigga spook, he ain’t ever seen the crack house [?] vibes and we even got the back house (Back house) We apply the pressure to a nigga, he get packed out (Packed out) Hit a nigga spot, ‘lil nigga, where the safe at? (Safe at) Leave a nigga dead, now we see him where the tapes at, stretch fast When I beat a bitch, I be lookin’ for a latex Growin’ out the trap, so you know you made the cake stretch (Cake)