Tusi lyrics

[Intro: Fenix Flexin]
Ayy, ayy
Stayin' off the phone while she out of pocket
She was choosin' from the jump, I ain't have to knock it

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Foreign b*tch with hella booty, she wanna do some 2C
I flew her in, we made a movie, I was goin' stupid
Yeah, I like the way she movin', like the way she movin'
Say you could do it on the di*k',' I told, lil' baby, "Prove it''
She said she cheatin' on her man, I said, ''We only human''
You know I'ma break her back, I ain't with the spooning
Seen her in the crowd, got her number, sent her what the room is
If she goin' lеt me on, f*ck a ride, I had to swoop in
I'm on a thirty-somethin' flow, this onе to me, I got two tens
Spotted 'em, we ain't trippin', air it out in a new Benz
She got her family at the crib, yeah, she out of pocket
She was choosin' 'fore we met, I ain't have to knock it

[Verse 2: OhGeesy]
In the club, rocket launchers and some pocket rockets
You know I got some money, don't be pocket watchin'
Leavin' out the back, it's paparazzi watchin'
She don't do it on the di*k, she pop lock and drop it
So many hoes in the crib
This a safe house 'cause I don't be postin' where I live
Do what I does and I did what I did
Drop a pill in my drank just to watch the b*tch fizz
Only got one son, but these n*ggas is my kids
That's a BNB, that is not where you n*ggas live, b*tch, don't do it with me
That is not where you n*ggas live
b*tch, I'm doing me and I do this sh*t really big
Goddamn Geezy how many hoes you gon' hit?
It depend on how many bad lil' b*tch that exist
Court side by Lil Wayne, like a n*gga Lil Twist
And I married to the gang, I'm so in love with this b*tch
We'll pop a n*gga tart with this stick
b*tch, I said, "It's Wockhardt over Tris"
b*tch, you got me rockin' hard, set the deck
We can hit the Hard Rock or we can hit the Ritz
Strapped up, RBGs in the whip
I blow up this b*tch, just let a n*gga trip
If I let this b*tch rip, then he ain't gon' exist
If we catch him with his hoe, shoot the n*gga and in his b*tch
[Verse 3: Fenix Flexin]
If we catch him with his wifey, we gon' turn into her widow
And no monkeys in the middle, pick a side or we gon' dribble
n*gga play, I bet we lay his ass right up in the 'spital
She toot it up and make it wiggle, while I'm all in her denim
We push a left behind that paper, like we using a pencil
You hear that, ''Fah-fah-fah'', n*gga, come get your issue
Get up with you, ain't dissin' on the 'gram, we bump pistols
We got a pocket rocket, baby, come ride this missile
I'm tryna blam somethin'
Caught him lackin' with his homies, that's an and-one
Baby Drakey on a n*gga lap, not no handgun
From the streets, baby poppin' mollys, gettin' geeked
He thirsty, keep blowin' up her phone while she sleep
It's a wrap, she a goner, n*gga, suck it up
'Cause if you see her f*ckin' with us, you know she swallow nuts
n*gga say he finna blow it, I'ma call his bluff
If it's beef, you know it's crackin', we gon' follow up