[Intro: Fenix Flexin]
Yeah (Yeah)
Hey, hey
Hey (Hey)
Damn (Damn)

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Fenix pop pills, damn, he got no chill
I just popped like 3 bars, damn, I'm so, so chill
I don't know what's going on, I'm just like, "oh, well"
N***as actin' 'bout that life, but they ain't gone kill
Most my n***as on drugs, most them out on bail
Most you n***as go to school, they never seen no cell
Most my n***as keep a two, like yeah, we take no L's
But we'll take what's in your pockets, boy, don't come 'round here
Swear it's like a pop a xanny, then I got no feel
She like "n***a, don't pull my weed, for you ain't got no hell"
Say you need a two for ten, then just pull up right here
This is Wock up in my cup, Fenix don't drink no pill
Yeah, hey, I get the guap and I run it (Hey)
Countin' up nothin' but hunnids (Hey)
I could turn nothin' to somethin' (Yeah)
With that lil' bitch when we run it (Hry)
Them xans, they turn me to a dummy (Dummy)
I tried to quit, back up on it (On it)
Yeah, put your feet back up on it
Hit a lick on a two-liter bottle
[Bridge: Fenix Flexin]
Sorry, but the lean more important, just look at my shoes, they imported ('Ported)
You don't got my money, just stalled it
That ho' say she pregnant, abort it (Damn)
Okay, now I'm doin' to much, but lil' bitch, I've been with the extras
Crash the Masi, now we up in the Tesla, ah
I plot the pressure, n***a, don't press us

[Verse 2: Ohgeesy & Fenix Flexin]
Fuck this flexin' shit, let's go and hit a lick
I know somebody who know somebody who say they got them bricks
N***a, you ain't nobody, your block ain't wet, so why you think you sick?
These n***as nobody, you ain't nobody, you move just like a bitch (A bitch)

[Bridge: Ohgeesy]
But I'm gon' knock up on yo' door (Hello?)
You can't even beep, I got my finger on the hole (Fuck, who is it?) (UPS, sir, and you have a package)

[Verse 3: Rob Vicious]
Bitch, I'm Rob Vicious (Fuck n***a, let's get this shit crackin')
Kick the door and up the pole, just tell me where it's at
Givin' me a hard time, you get smacked with this gun
He say I got coke and weed and blackies in the back
I can sell this coke and weed, but I can't sell this smack, ayy
This that Mafia, so shit man, all we do is pass
Flexin' with a stack of cash, my youngins on your ass
Shout out to the notes, we robbin' n***as with no maps
I'm Southside, you're a forfeit, I can turn you to a lash