Fenix Flexin 1,2,3,4 Lyrics

[Intro]
(FBeat go crazy)
Ay, bitch (I got bands on me)
Lay a nigga down if he put his hands on me
We don't kick it with no squares, we do with hams only
(FBeat producing all the heat)

[Verse 1]
4-5 for the Glock, my stack so big that i might whip a bands pot
She a thot, baby girl I want the top
I might beat that thing down, but I ain't finna eat the box
Baby listen, I'm some top notch pimp
So when you in my presence don't you talk, just listen
I got (?) for weeks and I got freaks for geeks
You be payin' for that p*ssy, I be hittin' it free
Nigga, on a scale of 1 to 10 of being broke, you a 10 nigga, don't pretend nigga
Told a baby go ahead and use your throat when I'm in, nigga
(?)
Told me she a athlete, spread them ass cheeks (them ass cheeks)
When i lapsе in that p*ssy like a track meet
But if we bein' honеst, it ain't money don't attract me
Yellow bone with long hair, fatass, she almost trap me
We go chase a nigga down like a taxi
Brodie wanna shot him, all I tryinna do (?)
You ain't that nigga that you was
(?)
I don't get it
You niggas trippin'
Walk around with that 40 on me, nigga yeah it's tucking true religion
[Chorus]
1, 2, 3, 4 high for the low then I'm f*ckin' on yo hoe
5, 6, 7, 8 Imma break a bitch, you gon' take her on a date (you gon' date)
8, 9, 10, 11 bands on your head, my lil nigga trynna get them Ay, and I don't f*ck with 12, I keep that hammer on me, I get a nigga nailed (brr-r-r)

[Verse 2]
Got a ball up in your court, nigga game time (game time)
Ain't no room for hesitation, Imma bang mine
You ever smacked a 4 and 4 percs at the same time
We'll do this nigga hella weird if he ain't slime
Cought him on the innerstate Imma still blow it (on my momma)
Hoppin' out a foreign whips with a steel showing
7 years ago was when I broke her and she still hoein' (it's crazy)
Nigga mad 'cause lil baby out here tip-toein' (tip-toein')
No matter where we at, you see that stick poking
I just spent some nigga' Hellcat up on Rick Owens
Baby girl don't get it square, I ain't Nick Jonas (Nick Jonas)
Nigga thought this shit was funny games, 'til that bitch blowin'
Ou-e, baby choose me for the huge feet
If she really get that bag right, I buy her new teeth
Yeah, I ain't your average rapper, I crash house
Speakin' on my name, he get shot, f*ck a pack out

[Chorus]
1, 2, 3, 4 high for the low then I'm f*ckin' on yo hoe
5, 6, 7, 8 Imma break a bitch, you gon' take her on a date (you gon' date)
8, 9, 10, 11 bands on your head, my lil nigga trynna get them
Ay, and I don't f*ck with 12, I keep that hammer on me, I get a nigga nailed (brr-r-r)
[Outro]
(FBeat producing all the heat)

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