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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fenix Flexin
Fenix Flexin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deangelo Smith
Deangelo Smith
Songwriter
Felipe Angel Huerta
Felipe Angel Huerta
Songwriter
Fenix Rypinski
Fenix Rypinski
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Low the Great
Low the Great
Producer
FBEAT
FBEAT
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Low The Great)
(FBeat producing all the heat)
[Chorus]
Big chop like I'm Bruce Lee (Bow-bow)
I'ma stand ten toes on my two feet (On my two feet)
Ayy, twenty bands on some new teeth (Bitch)
I'ma get it out a bitch, get it out a freak (Ayy)
I done got it out the mud, made it out the streets (****)
I ain't into poppin' bud, but I'm poppin' beans (Ooh)
Ayy, you see a opp, better pop a shot (Bitch)
If you ain't see that **** dead, you better spin the block (Skrrt)
[Verse 1]
My mama gave birth to a real demon (Real demon)
I done quit the lean twice, but I'm still leaning (I'm still sipping)
We already fucked twice, but she still creaming (Bitch)
Popped a euro, last night but I'm still beaming (Yeah, I'm still geeking)
**** you ain't on that (You ain't on that)
All that talking hella crazy get you talk back (Nah, for real)
Play with me, we leave them brains on the doormat (Bitch)
I done did a lot of shit but I can't go back
Ayy, ayy, this shit crazy (Crazy)
Told a bitch you gotta pay me just to pay me (Just to pay me)
Do a **** broad day with the Drakey (Brrt)
We hopping out in traffic, leaving **** on the pavement (On the pavement)
[Chorus]
Big chop like I'm Bruce Lee (Bow-bow)
I'ma stand ten toes on my two feet (On my two feet)
Ayy, twenty bands on some new teeth (Bitch)
I'ma get it out a bitch, get it out a freak (Ayy)
I done got it out the mud, made it out the streets (****)
I ain't into poppin' bud, but I'm poppin' beans (Ooh)
Ayy, you see a opp, better pop a shot (Bitch)
If you ain't see that **** dead, you better spin the block (Skrrt)
[Verse 2]
I heard the opps out so the Glock's out (Ayy)
I'ma pull this cock out at a thot's house (Bitch)
**** wanna box me, get him boxed out (Boxed out)
I been countin' up this cash, getting guaped out (Ooh, ooh)
Even when I wasn't shit, I had a four-five (Four-fifth)
****, get around from me, you playing both sides (You ain't on shit)
**** beefing on the net, told 'em go slide (Bitch)
Said I make her pussy wet, finna go dive (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, and beat it off a Perc thang
Yeah, you know my **** Clam got the Perc' chain (Clam)
Ayy, ayy, choppa finna park somethin' (Bitch)
We leave a **** dead, he wanna start somethin'
If I knock a **** down, I won't say a word (Shh)
I ain't fucking with you ****, all you **** nerds
I ain't fucking with you bitches, all you bitches queers (Bitch)
She done fagged off on me, I ain't even care (Ooh)
****, 'cause I'm on to the next (Ayy)
I'm a P, baby, I ain't looking for sex
I'm lookin' for checks, so where that money? 'Cause I need it
I'ma go and break a bitch then repeat it
Ooh-wee, goddamn, girl, you hella bad
Bring me money with your stupid ass
Her **** started tripping, so I started shooting (Bow-bow)
Just remember, baby, I'm the teacher, you the student
AKs, we got big guns (Ooh)
Fully auto, finna hit somethin'
Ayy, fifty-round drum, I won't miss nothin'
Need a freak bitch that gon' go make that dick cum
Ayy, never mind I want dough, bitch
Ayy, tryna get it out a ho bitch (Out the 304)
Ayy, I'm the shit, but you know this
Fenix Flexin, ****, I ain't cold, I'm the coldest, ****
Written by: Deangelo Smith, Felipe Angel Huerta, Fenix Rypinski
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