Fenix Flexin - Fenix Flexin, Vol. 2 Intro lyrics

[Intro] (FBeat go crazy) ni**a Yeah, it's FBeat Flexin Boy, that chopper gon' clear a ni**a section (FBeat producing all the heat) [Verse] Trials and tribulations of a real ni**a (Of a real ni**a) 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, ni**a (Better pop it) Is you spiritually ready to go and kill, ni**a? (Is you ready?) Better lace them cleats up up in this field, ni**a (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, ni**a (Like a dot, ni**a) Out here riding hella dick, you a thot ni**a (You a thot ni**a) Every time you see us out, we got pops with us (We got pops with us) Like we going school shopping, but we not, ni**a (Yeah, that Glock with us) Ain't a damn thing change but the guap, ni**a (Guap, ni**a) We'll turn a tough guy to a Fox victim (sh*t crazy) You just touched your first hundred, put that sh*t up (Put that sh*t up) You at the crib with that b*tch when she hit up (She a ho) Every time a ni**a fall, I'ma get up (I'ma get up) Every time a ni**a call, she'll pick up (Hello) When she su*k a ni**a 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 fu*ked that b*tch 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 ni**a 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 b*tch, but she know a ni**a (But she know me) Front row at every show tryna blow a ni**a (Tryna blow me) No, I ain't no b*tch boy, but I'll ho a ni**a (But I'll ho a ni**a) He ain't never seen no dead body, we'll show a ni**a (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, fu*k 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 b*tch about me, only thing I see is dollar signs (Shh) [Outro] ni**a Fenix Flexin Vol. 2, on my mama, ni**a Ask around, we with that drama, ni**a Ayy Any ni**a got a problem, we'll solve it Shh, shh Yeah, we ridin' with them Glocks, no revolvers Ayy, mm b*tch (FBeat go crazy) (FBeat producing all the heat)