[Intro: Fenix]
Aye, Fenix Flexin, I'm with Peso (D-D-D-D On The Mix)
Any n***a play with us it's a case closed
What the fuck Astro?
Got the Choppas we gon' bang those
Aye, Aye, Aye
Bitch, ouu ouu

[Verse 1: Fenix]
Bitch listen (Listen), I could show you how to get it (How to get it)
You ain't tryna sell no pussy, I ain't with it (I ain't with it)
Aye, Fenix Flexin playing with a K (With a K)
Told that bitch to bring that bag, need it andele (Andele)
N***a, damn I need some drank, got it on the way (Ouu)
Fuck what n***as talking 'bout, told him come and play (Bitch)
We ain't finna fight, we finna shoot it out (Boom)
Yeah, I got a P90 chilling in the couch (Ahh)
You ain't run no bands up, you just run your mouth (Just run your mouth)
You ain't really in these streets, boy you in the house (The house)
You don't really want no beef, you just want the clout (For rеal)
Ask around, we them n***as that they talk about (Shhh)
Ayе, big bands, got em' on me n***a (Got em' on me n***a)
We the ones who shot your homie n***a (Boom!)
I put a drum up on the choppa, call that band practice (Call that band practice)
All that dissing on the 'Gram got your man blasted (Ahh)
[Chorus: Peso Peso]
Two FN's in a Maybach Benz (Skrt)
My youngin' finna hop out your bushes with a MAC-10 (Bah Bah)
I'm in your city with them packs, lil n***a better tap in (Better tap in)
It only takes one play for me to make a fast ten (Ayye)
How many cars do I got? N***a too many (N***a too many)
How many broads do I got? N***a too many (N***a too many)
I'm debating if a wanna drive the Lamb' or the new Bentley (Skrt)
It don't matter where I'm at, best believe, I got that tool with me (Blah)

[Verse 2: Peso Peso]
I got Balenciaga dripping on my feet
I'm in the Lamborghini Urus, got a stick up in my reach
A n***a reaching for my chain, put a n***a on a tee
These n***as lying in they raps, they ain't living what they speak
I'm in the hood right now, I got two AR's
I got drops on the opps, yeah, they on my radar
And n***as acting real tough, yeah, they like to play hard
I'm getting money in the streets, n***a, fuck a day job
Yeah, I'm with my brother Fenix and I'm with my fucking demons
I went from standing on the block, now, I'm filling up arenas
And we know that you finna tell it if they serve you a subpoena
The police made him turn from a rapper to a singer
From a gram, to a P, to a P, to 100 of em'
A n***a getting outta line, fuck on, put a duffle on him
It don't matter where we see a opp n***a, we gon' run up on him
I'll walk a n***a down right when I put my gun up on him (Bah Bah)
[Chorus: Peso Peso]
Two FN's in a Maybach Benz (Skrt)
My youngin' finna hop out your bushes with a MAC-10 (Bah Bah)
I'm in your city with them packs, lil n***a better tap in (Better tap in)
It only takes one play for me to make a fast ten (Ayye)
How many cars do I got? N***a too many (N***a too many)
How many broads do I got? N***a too many (N***a too many)
I'm debating if a wanna drive the Lamb' or the new Bentley (Skrt)
It don't matter where I'm at, best believe, I got that tool with me (Blah)