[Intro: Lil Bean]
The hottest in my city they gon' probably say it's us (Omega)
This Glock a 22, but I got 50 in the cut
Balencies in the trenches they gon' probably leave a scuff
He actin' like a bitch until that n***a dropping nuts
But bro be in his feelin's, he gon' pour 'em in his cup
Everytime I put this bitch in sport, I get a rush
I just want the head baby, I don't wanna fuck

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
Ay, if she broke then I'm leavin' (I'm leavin')
Demon, If a put the choppa, bet I squeeze it (Bet I squeeze it)
I could put a bitch from the blade
Till I run that bag up, I need 20 by the weekend (Bitch)
Big Glock, what you n***as on? (N***as on)
If a n***a act up, we'll send him home (Gone)
I been pourin' up this drank, I been gettin' gone (Ouu)
Extended mag on a Glock, hit him in his dome (Bitch)
Why these n***as talkin' like they on some? (Bitch)
Keep it real, lil' n***a you ain't know nun (You ain't know shit)
If a n***a say it's smoke, better blow some (Ouu)
Couple shots hit a n***a with a ghost gun (Bow)
I could put a wig on a pig, make a gold walk fit
Got these money for them kids (Where them bands at?)
If a n***a says it's smoke, tote a sig
We'll smoke 'em like a cig, I'll bust a n***a lid (Understand that)
You ain't never felt that rush, when you caught a body (Ay)
We'll do a n***a shitty, like he on the potty (Bitch)
All my n***as bangin' red, like a hot tamale (Ouu)
Back in 2012 n***a, I was sniffin' quality
[Verse 2: Lil Bean]
Pistol on the table, that's a Desert Eagle
That'll have yo' whole family cryin' to the preacher
FN open doors, then I fold, meet the reaper
I don't need a crowd, I don't even like people (N***a)
Oh baby got her own, don't need mine, she a keeper (She a keeper)
Baby what's the number, I'm tryna know where I can reach you (Come here bitch)
My mans are gone, see this shit he on, but I peep it (Uh)
All these n***as clones, they just followin' the leader
I can make it rainin', I can make it snow (Ay)
N***a bet the pointers on my chain, how it glow (Ay)
Big Balenciagas on my toes, 44 (N***a)
I don't need the box, I'm finna wear 'em out the store (N***a)
Of course I'm stayin' damn rich, bitch I ride wit' it (I ride wit' it)
N***a take my chain, he gon' die wit' it (Bop, bop)
Same n***a by myself if I'm with nine n***as (Nine n***as)
You hatin' on the side, you right behind n***a (Bitch ass n***a)
When I hear these beats, I sit back and reminisce (Reminisce)
If I don't text her back, my new bitch gon' throw a fit (Damn)
And he never shot a gun, he wasn't ready for the kick (Bop)
My n***a caught a body, he ain't trippin', he gon' sit (Ay)
I gotta keep a gun even though it ain't safest (Nah)
I can say two words to the bitch, she gon' get naked (Ay)
Before you take off all your clothes, you gotta pay me (Ay)
She don't even know me, she gonna do it 'cause I'm famous (N***a)
[Outro: Fenix Flexin]
The coldest in my city you know me, I'm finna bust
This Glock a 26 and I got 30 in the cut
I got Fendi in the trenches, baby girl she wanna fuck
I was fucking on this bitch, until a n***a bust a nut
Lil' brodie in his feelings, he gon' pour another cup
Every time I'm sendin' hits, you know a n***a get a rush
I just want the head baby, I don't wanna fuck (Bitch)