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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fenix Flexin
Fenix Flexin
Vocals
OhGeesy
OhGeesy
Vocals
Rob Vicious
Rob Vicious
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LaRon Robinson
LaRon Robinson
Composer
Angelo Glen Johnson
Angelo Glen Johnson
Composer
Alejandro Carranza
Alejandro Carranza
Lyrics
Fenix Rypinksi
Fenix Rypinksi
Lyrics
Robert Magee II
Robert Magee II
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ron-Ron The Producer
Ron-Ron The Producer
Producer
AceTheFace
AceTheFace
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bathing Ape on my clothes (On my clothes)
I get face from all these hoes (All these hoes)
In the Wraith, I'm pourin' fours (Pourin' fours)
In the spot, you know we tote them (Ron-Ron, do that shit)
[Verse 2]
Bathing Ape on my clothes (AceTheFace)
I get face from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I'm pourin' fours
If I'm in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape on my clothes
I get face from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I'm pourin' fours
If I'm in the spot, you know we tote them poles
[Verse 3]
Bathing Ape, I rock FTP ski
BB belt, ain't no way you can't see me
Drip so hard, all these **** wanna be me
I don't got time, don't care if you wanna see me
She a ho but she giving out them freebies
See them 304s don't do that shit to me, see
I go upside her head, this movie ain't no PG
I go upside her head, this movie ain't no PG
I'm rated R, just bought a car
She like, "Who you think you is?"
Bitch, I'm a star
Stuck off a bar, higher than Mars
Told a **** pull up but I said, "You kinda far"
I can serve the cocaine, I can serve the tar
But them pressed pills, that's what got a **** far
Fuck the rap game, what I wanna sell is raw
Fuck the rap game, what I wanna sell is raw
[Verse 4]
Bathing Ape on my clothes
I get face from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I'm pourin' fours
If I'm in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape on my clothes
I get face from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I'm pourin' fours
If I'm in the spot, you know we tote them poles
[Verse 5]
Damn, the plug walked in and it's me, ****
Swear I got enough bread to eat for three ****
We ain't fuckin' 'less this bitch gon' bring a fee with her
I'll be screamin', "Free my ****," till they free, ****
I'm a dopeboy, I stack money from the floor, boy
Oh boy, caught this **** at the store, boy
I poured a four then scraped the bowl, I'm tryna get all the extras
I'ma get her off the molly, keep it real, she a tester
I'ma go and hit the stove, I cook it up like professors
When I pour it out the pint you know I don't have to measure
**** talkin' crazy, I ain't feelin' the pressure
I'ma send another note, I picked it up and went neck-up
**** wanna beef, to keep it real, it's whatever
**** wanna slide, I hope you came with some extras
I'ma fuck his bitch, but it's for money, no pleasure
Baby, wash your hands, this is Burberry leather
[Verse 6]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I'm pourin' fours
If I'm in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape on my clothes
I get face from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I'm pourin' fours
If I'm in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Written by: Angelo Glen Johnson, Fenix Flexin, LaRon Robinson, OhGeesy, Rob Vicious
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