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[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Me and Bravo, b*tch, we back again
That's my [?], I'm finna tap him in
If we missed that n*gga, we gon' clap again
Like a boomerang, n*ggas [?]
Spin your block with them Glocks out
n*gga say he wanna box, we get him boxed out
Parametics come and pick him up
Have that doctor gon' stitch you up
I get tired of keeping b*tches, so I switch them up
Sit with us? Boy, you out your mind, get them digits up

[Verse 2: Bravo the Bagchaser]
In the stu, I got a pole on me
In the strip club, b*tch, I got a pole on me
[?] falling off, [?] roll on me
Now your b*tch on my team, I need more money
Ten bands out a b*tch, and it's all hundreds
Look, lil b*tch, and it's all hundreds
Baby [?] road running
You can't catch my [?], b*tch, 'cause it's four hundred
Summertime, but I still got some snow bunnies
Everybody come around whеn that dope coming
I ain't gotta ask a b*tch, she fasho coming
Hit him with that Glock, he fasho running
Shе fasho coming
Hit him with that Glock, he fasho running
[Verse 3: Fenix Flexin]
If I hit your b*tch, she fasho c*mming
I just called my n*gga, now the pole coming
I just poured a six up in this fego
All these b*tches doing what I say so
I'm that n*gga, so she chose up
You a b*tch, boy, you froze up
Why you got that pole if you won't use it?
I got [?] ho zooted
I got your b*tch rolling
And my pockets on fat, you see them sh*ts swollen
Me and Bravo walked in, now this b*tch snowing
I'ma give her good di*k, now this b*tch blowing

[Verse 4: Bravo the Bagchaser]
She blowing and I'm blowing up
Got my n*ggas with me, we all keep a blower tucked
They wasn't showing love, now they tryna f*ck with us
b*tches in the cut, tryna f*ck with us
[?] now she hit me like what the f*ck?
Lil baby, all I know is go and run it up
Everytime you doing good, b*tch, you f*ck it up
I done got me a check, just to f*ck it up

[Verse 5: Fenix Flexin]
Hundred dollar steaks, hundred dollar plates
At the strip club, b*tches need a raise
20 thousand, I'ma throw it up
Ain't a question if that lil b*tch wanna go with us
She [?] at the crib, when she going up
I just put her on a perkie, now we going nuts
Balenciaga, Prada, I want all designer
I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna get behind her
I was in the foreign, you was in the Honda
When you was doing time, I f*cked your baby mama
AK's, Glocks, we got 30's, got no stocks
I dropped 30 on my neck, I dropped 40 on my watch
If you put a n*gga on me, we gon' put him in a box
We [?] n*ggas [?] capping, need to stop
[?] all this capping need to stop
[Verse 6: Bravo the Bagchaser]
All this capping, n*gga, need to cut it out
She told me leave it in, I told her b*tch, I'm pulling out
I'ma shoot that n*gga up, after I sock him out
I was looking for him, he was at his mama house
It's the perfect time, f*ck it, I'm adrop him now
b*tches playing dumb, I'ma drop them now
Back then, you had the juice, but I got it now
Look, lil b*tch, but I got it now