CALIFORNIA EXOTIC lyrics

[Intro: Fenix Flexin]
Shout' my n*gga DJ Flip
Temper Beats in this motherf*cker
Ayy G
(Oh yeah)
(b*tch)
Ayy

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Pipe on me when I'm walkin' out the crib, n*gga
Ayy, I told her I didn't, but I did, n*gga
Masked up, two seater wit' a SIG, n*gga
Get the f*ck up, I ain't playin' with you if you ain't my kid, n*gga
On the 'Gram, boy, you flexin' five bands, need to stop it
Had to get up off my ass and go and run me up a profit
n*gga say the wrong thing, that choppa knock-knock-knockin'
I was broke, try'na hit a lick, knock-knock, flockin'
If it's beef, why you try'na break it down, n*gga?
The only time I break it down is breakin' pounds, n*gga
I just pulled up to the bank and bought some choppas for my town n*ggas
Like Digital Underground, baby, you know I get around wit' it
n*ggas claimin' that they demons wit' no bodies
Fenix Flexin' poppin' semen in yo' thotty
Pull up on 'em, drop a hunnid' likе we Yo Gotti
And we ain't missin' sh*t, hell nah, wе for sure shot him
Pop a perk, get to itchin'
Huh, ayy, n*ggas knowin' they the victims
Told my b*tch, "Why you b*tchin'?
You ain't finna' suck no di*k, you better go wash the dishes"
F&N for the lick, had to lay 'em down
Hunnid' pounds on exotics, we gon' break 'em down
You don't stop with Drake and Josh's, it's a shake down
I knew I'd be on joints since chocolate milks and the playground
[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Big glizzy, 41, it spit out four-fees