Fenix Flexin  - Fenix Flexin, Vol. 2 Intro

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(FBeat crazy, crazy, crazy)
Ni^^a, F-Beat flexin’ pull that choppa clear a ni^^a section
(FBeat producing all the heat)

Trials and tribulations of a real ni^^a
Way before Gucci it was Hilfiger
Baby extra out of pocket, what’s the deal with it
If you pull it better pop it, let’s be real ni^^a
[?] going to kill ni^^a
Better lay some cleats up in this field nigga
If you going to get a bag move up the way
It’s jealousy be all around when you gettin’ cake
Gotta keep circle small like a dot ni^^a
Out here ridin’ hella dick, you a thot ni^^a
Every time you see us out, we got pops with us
I bе going school shoppin’ but we knock ni^^a
Ain’t no damn thing change but the guap ni^^a
Wе turn a tough guy to a fox victim
He just touched a first hunnid, put that shit up
You at the crib with that bi^^h when she hit up
Every time a ni^^a fall, I’ma get up
Every time a ni^^a call, she pick up
When she suck a ni^^a balls get my d^^k up
You told baby go swallow and then she hick up
I’ma smooth operator, ain’t no hick ups
I f^^ked that bi^^h and got baby by her big [?]
Everything I got the latest I be dripped up
Blicked up, [?]
I don’t do sub tweeting, what the word is
I don’t pillow talk, speak down without no verdicts
Let a ni^^a go and speak on brody it’s a service
I don’t know yo bi^^h but she know a ni^^a
Front row every show, tryna blow a ni^^a
I ain’t no bi^^h boy but I hoe a ni^^a
He ain’t never seen a dead body, we show a ni^^a
It get tricky on them late nights
You gon’ 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?”
Chanel, Gucci, Burberry or the Louie
I just sprayed some number 9 and counted up a dime
We just got a pint, f^^k selling boy we pouring lines
Baby girl we falling off if you don’t follow the line
Listen we turn a house party to a [?]
Flipped them and playing by no chicken, I need all of mines
Ask a bi^^h about me, only thing I see is dollar signs

Fenix Flexin Vol. 2, On my mama ni^^a
Any ni^^a got a problem we solve it
And we ridin’ with them Glocks no revolvers
Aye, bi^^h
(FBeat crazy, crazy, crazy)
(FBeat producing all the heat)