Fenix Flexin

"BravoFlexin Freestyle"

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I’m sippin’ Clicquot with a freak hoe
Nine times outta ten, my n*ggas need smoke
I rock designer
Boy, I been switched up
We been pullin’ you n*ggas’ cards’, man yo' ass not tough

[Verse 2: Bravo The BagChaser]
Look
n*gga, you ain’t tough, whatchu lyin’ for?
b*tch you knew I was a dog, whatchu cryin’ for? (aye)
I can see you n*ggas’ hoes through these blindfolds
Talkin' real tough now that lil n*gga's life gone, aye

[Verse 3: Fenix Flexin]
I can count these hunnid's with a blindfold
Imma f*ck his baby momma with the lights on
Only time I'm with the talkin' when the mic's on
Any n*gga with the talkin' they get fye'd on

[Verse 4: Bravo The BagChaser]
Only time Bravo talk is when I talk my sh*t
Why you trippin' on a hoe when that's not my b*tch?
And he talkin' like he ballin' when he broke like sh*t
n*gga, you been on yo' ass, I been on my sh*t, aye

[Verse 5: Fenix Flexin]
n*gga you been on yo ass, I been on the grind (on the grind)
I be pourin' juice, do it all the time (all the time)
Pull up with a Glock, pull up with a nine
Imma grab her by the hair, watch me break her spine

[Chorus: Bravo The BagChaser]
Ooh, you a dime
And all that but you cannot be mine
Ooh, where the vibes?
Free the guys, free the guys, free the guys
Ooh, b*tch
You gassed up
f*ck next, you already passed up
Ooh

[Verse 6: Fenix Flexin]
b*tch wanna f*ck, then she gotta pay
She gon' go and break some dough, then she on her way
n*gga talkin' bout them low's, boy they on the way
Me and Bravo in yo' house, n*gga where the safe? (Where it's at?)
I got that Molly Santana
Fenix f*ckin' Flexin' you know I'm the damn man (you know I'm the damn man)
These Balenciaga's, not no Levi's
b*tch, I need my chicken extra deep-fried
We gon' pull up with them choppas, not a peace sign
I'm focused on the plate, you got it? Imma eat mine

[Verse 7: Bravo The BagChaser]
Look, you ain't talkin' money b*tch you stupid
And she love me cause I be off on my bullsh*t
Imma boss, so that mean I need a boss b*tch
Imma boss, so my circle full of bosses, ooh
f*ck you thought? (b*tch you thought)
b*tch, you dancin' on my di*k and my Glock
But the motherf*cker's hard as a rock
The way I whip the pot, bet yo' momma cannot, look
I ain't gon lie, I'm tryna see you drop sum'n
Better not be broke, I'm tryna see you cop sum'n
If yo' pockets on broke that's a no-go
Go and dance on my motherf*ckin' Polo, ooh

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