Fenix Flexin Art Show Lyrics

[Intro]
(FBeat go crazy)
Ayy
Nigga
(FBeat producin' all the heat)

[Verse 1]
Push-start the whip, ain't no keys, baby hopped in
Have you ever gotten f*cked in a drop Benz?
No, this ain't no MySpace, but she gon' top friends
Two bitches brought me five figures, but they not tens
I want a good hooker, not a good looker
I'll go and shoot a movie, I'll come Chris Tucker
I don't want no square bitch, I want a dick sucker
I'ma get them numbers out the bitch, you want the bitch number
We ain't the same, nigga, it's a big difference
I be gеtting chicken, boy, you broke, eating McChickеns
Watch that clock while you hot 'cause that bitch ticking
Tell me how you put your trust in her if the bitch dripping
Thinking with your dick get you f*cked like a ho bitch
I be my 'bout my money, lil' bitch, yeah, you know this
He said what about who? Drop the addy, yeah, we on it
What's the numbers on the drank? f*ck that, nigga, pour it
Put your trust in her, she gon' leave you at your lowest
You know this
You ain't gettin' money, nigga, focus
Nigga said he pimpin', but tricking on a ho bitch
Thirty milligram Adderall got me focused

[Bridge]
Lil' baby, ask around, I got gas like an ARCO
Nigga want a chip, we gon' spark those
He wasn't thinking with his head, where his heart go?
Messy murder scene, boy, it lookin' like an art show
It ain't hard to tell a nigga really gettin' rackades
I remember puttin' bitches on the Backpage
Blow her back out, tryna f*ck her 'til her back break
Nigga say it's up, pourin' smoke by the ashtray [Verse 2]
Boy, you just pretending, you ain't into that
Why you rapping 'bout your opps if you ain't get 'em back?
And if you did, why you speaking on who getting whacked?
Nigga, ayy, keep your mouth closed
And if you did it out a whip, we don't count those
We call that nigga ice man 'cause he out cold
Only hundreds and the fifties when I count rolls
Nigga, ayy, I get a whole lot of
I can't say my nigga name, he a known shotta
Bitch crazy every day like a soap opera
Nigga, you ain't bustin' any scripts, you got no doctors
Whole pint came sealed, boy, you know the deal
Two hundred every line, make me wanna steal
My sons gettin' older, jewels gettin' colder
Bro don't lift no weight, but he movin' boulders
She tried to come around, but she ain't match the quota
Bitch crazy, told me meet her up at Bossa Nova
Hmm, so I left her on seen
Bitch, I'd rather go and pop a Perc', sip some lean
Hmm, I'ma get it, any means
Nigga, I'ma do it by myself, f*ck a team
Ayy, baby, tell me if it's green
Arch your back up, make you feel it in your spleen
Four thousand on the fit, this some light shit (FBeat go crazy)
You can have her for the day, I get the night shift
You a background nigga, you a sidekick
I'll go and read a bitch mind like a psychic
I been chasin' Ben Frank' to the bank
Treat the opps like our kids, we'll get a nigga spanked (FBeat producin' all the heat)
How you ballin', but you broke? Nigga, quit it, I don't get it
We be goin' back and forth with the opps like it's tennis
Ayy