Fenix Flexin - Feds lyrics

[Intro: Fenix Flexin] Ooh, b*tch (It's a Rappa beat, b*tch) Ayy, ayy-ayy (DJ Flippp, make the money flip) [Chorus: Fenix Flexin] Do-do-do, that's the sound of the choppa rounds (Choppa rounds) We ain't hoppin' out of whips, we finna walk 'em down (Finna walk 'em down) Ayy, get 'em gone, I won't make a sound (Make a sound) Fenix Flexin, Rob Vicious, probably out of bounds (Out of bounds, ayy) I been faded off this finnigan (Ayy) I just broke a stripper b*tch, her name was Cinnamon (Name was Cinnamon) I got two twin chops, them b*tches synonyms (Synonyms) Baby girl, let's hit the road, we finna get it in [Verse 1: Fenix Flexin] Rob, what you wanna do? What's the situation? (Situations) We'll get some ni**as gone with no hesitation (Shh) Ayy, I send a threat with an exclamation (Exclamation) If I catch a fu*kin' opp, you know I'ma take him (ni**a) Sweetie pie ass ni**a, boy, I wanna bake him (I wanna bake him) If I feel this ni**a soft, then I'm finna snake him (For real) She got my balls in her mouth, yeah, I let her taste 'em (Ugh) Rob Vicious, that's my brother, no, I can't replace him [Verse 2: Rob Vicious] Gang, gang, gang, that's the sound of that gang sh*t You don't stay dangerous, you don't speak my language (Ayy, gang) I'm brainless, shameless, no, I'm not famous (b*tch) I'll smoke you and every ni**a you came with (Ah, grrah) Pew-pew-pew, be quiet, the feds listenin' Hit him with the fire, he died, his head missin' (Head missin') I don't wanna smoke, I'm high and the meds kickin' Blunt full of fire, I'm tired [?] (Ayy, gang) Fenix, what we on? (What we on?) Ayy, catch me in a no fu*k ni**a zone Big sticks, real hits, take a fu*k ni**a soul (Grrah) Some' big in this drip, get a fu*k ni**a gone (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) [Chorus: Fenix Flexin] Do-do-do, that's the sound of the choppa rounds (Choppa rounds) We ain't hoppin' out of whips, we finna walk 'em down (Finna walk 'em down) Ayy, get 'em gone, I won't make a sound (Make a sound) Fenix Flexin, Rob Vicious, probably out of bounds (Out of bounds, ayy) I been faded off this finnigan (Ooh) I just broke a stripper b*tch, her name was Cinnamon (Name was Cinnamon) I got two twin chops, them b*tches synonyms (Synonyms) Baby girl, let's hit the road, we finna get it in [Verse 3: Fenix Flexin & Rob Vicious] What's the situation? (Situation) With no hesitation (No hesitation) With an exclamation (Ayy) If I feel this ni**a soft, then I'm finna snake him (Ooh) Yeah, I got this F&N, make yo' head spin (Make yo' head spin) I'm a dog, I been fu*kin' on her best friend (On her best friend) Ayy, fully loaded with a beam on it (Beam on) Every bullet got a member of yo' team on it (Ayy, ayy) ni**a, what's the situation? I ain't go to school, I was in special education b*tch, I'm Rob Vicious, baby, I don't do relations We gon' shoot it up as soon we hit the destination, gang I ain't go to school but I'm ballin' out (Racks on me) You ain't ever seen a junky really fallin' out (For real) You ain't never seen a ni**a layin' flat If a ni**a wanna try, I got a choppa and a MAC, ni**a [Outro] Ayy, Rob, I think the feds is listenin', hahahaha