[Intro]
Thank You Fizzle

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
What we doin' n***a?
Prolly gettin' to it
I was runnin' to the bag and now I'm runnin' through it
What your shirt n***a? Shit is prolly Gucci
It all started with a DM now I'm in the coochie
What you sippin' on? Prolly syrup n***a
I keep a baby bottle like I'm finna burp a n***a
You been on your ass, I been workin' n***a
20 bands on your head gon make em' turn against you
Let em' hate, I got this money [?]
I heard you sign that deal for couple hundred thousand
That some petty money, boy I need a mil
Keep it real we done made it here without the deal
I ain't hatin' I'm just speakin' on some real facts
If you know us we was poppin' way before the rap
If I fuck your bitch tonight you ain't gon get her back
If she hit that road for me she get a couple racks
I be speakin' what I got, you talkin' what you had
Reminiscin' ass n***as livin' in the past
You be in your little feelings, I be in the bag
All these favors I been doin', I'm these n***as dads
Teachin' n***as somethin', like we studyin' n***a
I'm tryna live my life in peace, you steady buggin' a n***a
One thang for sure, I ain't with the talkin'
If she ain't comin' out no money, she can get to walkin'
If I fuck her off this perc is she gon' get to stalkin'?
You n***as playin' with my dogs, like we won't get to barkin'
We got the mops n***a, gon' proceed with caution
You think it's crazy, not to me
I swear we do this often
Crack the seal on a pint, then we pour it
Can I trust you with this work, or would you blow it?
Swear I know these n***as pussy, cause they show it
He ain't no shoota, why he got it?
He just hold it
[Verse 2: Master Kato]
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Young wavy n***a, bitch I'm out here gettin' paper
Ballin' in L.A. I keep that purple like a Laker
I don't want that bitch but if I want it imma take her
Bitch I get them cookies out the oven like a baker
Juice-man, perc-man, molly and I serve xans
Gettin' all this money, spend a thousand on a shirt man
Louis V it wrapped around my head, look like a turban
No I ain't gotta cap out none this shit, my n***as splurgin'
Foreign car swervin', Glock-cocked nervous
Cold in the summer but these hot shots burnin'
Foreign car swervin', Glock-cocked nervous
Cold in the summer but these hot shots burnin'