[Intro: Fenix Flexin]
FBeat go crazy
Ayy, ayy, n***a

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I got this one bitch suckin' like crazy, ayy (FBeat producing all the heat)
I just put her on that blade, told her pay me
Tryna pull up on that bitch in a Mercedes
Break it for everything, lil' bitch, I need my payments
Bitch, don't tell me that I'm trippin', I already know
I don't want my baby mama 'cause I want a hoe
I need a bitch to run it in, go and suck it slow
And speed it up, and roll the wood after a n***a blow
Late night I'm gonna figure the trap
My bitch got a trickle, buying pussy and crack
You ain't doing shit, lil' baby, I could put you on a map
With a pair of stripper heels and your hair slicked back, listen
Told the bitch, "We on a money mission"
She wanna get some dog, I told her, "Pay attention"
You ain't even really get it, how you say you got it?
Lifting up the bae ski mask so we can see you shot

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I got bitches, I got putas
I got this lil' freaky bitch, she worked two jobs
When that bag touched down, hallelujah
I'm sliding in that foreign whip with a new ride
I got poles, I got pipes
We lay a n***a down for a price
I swear these n***as only strapped on the mic
Why the fuck you ain't blow up when you said it's on sight?
[Post-Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I got stomp downs, I got feats
I was checking traps out a bitch named Denise
Said, "I need 20 bands", she was down for a week
I was buying fist cooling at the trap getting geeked, n***a

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
"You ain't first then you last", shout out Ricky Bobby
Walking with some bad hoes through the hotel lobby
Running game on a bitch just like Tamagotchi
At four-fifth got them pussy, n***as pop blockin'
20 bands on his head, I'm going opp shoppin'
Tryna fuck this n***a bitch, but he cock blockin'
He a Vans sneaker, I'm a Gucci shoe
I told her, "Baby, go and show me what that coochie do"
Had to throw a rubber I won't catch a coochie flu
Her n***a blowing up her phone, he a goofy dude
She keep telling that she love me, told her, "Prove it"
Put some money in my head, if not, keep it moving

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I got bitches, I got putas
I got this lil' freaky bitch, she worked two jobs
When that bag touched down, hallelujah
I'm sliding in that foreign whip with a new ride
I got poles, I got pipes
We lay a n***a down for a price
I swear these n***as only strapped on the mic
Why the fuck you ain't blow up when you said it's on sight?
[Post-Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I got stomp downs, I got feats
I was checking traps out a bitch named Denise
Said, "I need 20 bands", she was down for a week
I was buying fist cooling at the trap getting geeked, n***a (FBeat go crazy)
FBeat producing all the heat