HEAT STICK lyrics

[Intro]
(Pull some of that bass out, Bruce)
(D-Diego)

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I got thirty bands on me and the b*tch up in a headlock
Deadstock kicks and the b*tch gon' make the bed rock
Lead hot, n*gga trip on me, I bet his head pop
He looked up, all he seen was a red dot
Heat stick, hot stick, ridin' with a mop stick
Ain't goin' back and forth, if it's on, we on our opps quick
Freak b*tch toxic, I f*cked her, then I blocked it
n*gga tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin'

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin & OhGeesy]
You ain't choosin', then you losin', baby, get with me
I keep money comin' in and I keep blicky
Get to knockin' on them n*ggas like the mailman
I failed math class, but ran it up, I got hella bands
Now you see me, now you don't, b*tch, I'm John Cena
But we ain't with that wrestlin', you know wе pop demons
If we ain't talkin' 'bout some monеy, then I'm not speakin'
Don't check me, check the b*tch 'cause the thot creepin'
We finna get up on they ass, n*gga, not even
Boogie down up on they block, now they block bleedin'
I told her, "Swallow, don't you spit it," she got all semen
Her ex-n*gga was a nerd, I'm a whole creature
Get a chopper, hold a broom, that's a street sweeper
He ain't really in that water, he a knee deeper (Yeah, yeah)
Know lil' brodie tryna crash, he a tweak-tweaker (Yeah, yeah)
I need twenty bands cash (Yeah, yeah), ain't no free features
[Verse 2: OhGeesy]
As I look at my wrist, it's about that time
But if I look too long, then I might go blind
I got ten bad b*tches pullin' up at 9
Should we f*ck at Fenix crib, or should we f*ck at mine?
We gon' split 'em down that middle, I get five, you get five
Then we switch 'em in a little, I get yours, you get mine
I done told you 'bout your bag, I got yours, you got mine
Know we keep them straps, I got forty, you got nine
Ayy, light-skin, dark-skin, vanilla and chocolate
Slim thick, thick slim, I got all the options
Your number one pick ain't even in my top ten
b*tch in the valley, got a b*tch off of Slauson
Hop out, walk in, get paid, clock in
Open their mouth while I put my c*ck in
I ain't turnin' down sh*t, I'm on nonsense
Grew up on Western, I was born on Bronson

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I got thirty bands on me and the b*tch up in a headlock
Deadstock kicks and the b*tch gon' make the bed rock
Lead hot, n*gga trip on me, I bet his head pop
He looked up, all he seen was a red dot
Heat stick, hot stick, ridin' with a mop stick
Ain't goin' back and forth, if it's on, we on our opps quick
Freak b*tch toxic, I f*cked her, then I blocked it
n*gga tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin'