FeinRixh lyrics

[Intro]
[?] on the beat
Yeah, I got a stick, yeah
Yeah, I got a stick, yeah
Rock out with a stick like Kiss(Yeah, uh, uh, uh)

[Verse]
I got the stick rock out like Kiss
We loadin' the sticks when you unload the di*ks
7.62 it gon' go through your rib
7.62 it gon' go through some bricks
You better watch what you say out yo' lip
Just like a [?] that Glock on my hip
These n*ggas switch up like outfits
b*tch I got bills like I'm payin' the rent
I can't get her off me she on me like lint
I got keep this sh*t ten times ten
She on her knees like she had to repent
She suckin' di*k with no window tint
I kick down the door when they di'nt let me in
I smoke out the O, I blow in the wind
Look at my hand I make them twenties twin
I flip the pack from my back ends


I go to sleep wake up do it again
She know I'm in the sh*t
She gon' suck off my skin
I know she a fan, she blow like a fan
I do what I can
For my boys in the can
I jumped in the water and turned to a Great White
I watched his block then run down late night
I'm try'na put me a opp in a grave site (Uh, oh)
Thirty one shots in the Draico
You can get rolled like a ankle
I trap on the block where they can't go
I trap on the block where you can't go
I get that street money, bankroll
She treat me like Simon she do what I say so
He think he a demon I gave him a halo
I'm sippin' lean but it's R.I.P Fredo
I got the stick ain't no bob and weavin'
Hollow tips, hot and ready Lil' Caesars
Shoot him in the chest he pledging allegiance
If the trap moving slow b*tch I'm leavin'
My n*ggas get money can't hang wit' no leeches
I got a bad b*tch diva
No I don't keep it
I hit it delete it

My b*tch really [?]
I step on they neck I can't show 'em pity
I get P's in ditty
I spin on yo' block and spread sh*t like a fifty
I'm sippin' on lean I can't donate no kidney
When I'm movin' the dope put the beam on the semi
She wanna f*ck on me I told her Fendi

I'm on my [?] angry with the Draic'
No snake on my shirt but just the Gucci snake
I pop a Perc' like my toothache
She wanna f*ck on me now but it's too late
My pocket's fat, it don't got a due date
b*tch I'm a big dog, Great Dane
Give me some head baby come with your membrane

She get bust down, Plain Jane
She say she love you she told me the same thing
I f*ck her good she complain 'bout her back pain
(Huh) You have her back mane
I could be robbin' I don't need a Batman
I keep a gun like a tap man