PesoFlexin lyrics

[Intro: Fenix Flexin]
Ayy (The Mob is not a business, it's a way of life)
Ayy, ayy
b*tch
Ooh, ooh

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I'm with Peso, n*ggas know that that my twin (That my twin)
No half stepping, n*ggas thugging 'til the end ('Til the end)
Where to start, b*tch? Where do I begin? (Ayy, ayy)
(Ooh, Quad, this sh*t bang)
I'll get that n*gga gone, drop the pin
I'm with Peso, n*ggas know we really on that (Really on that)
You talking sh*t, we leaving brains on the doormat (Buh, buh)
You got some Wock'? Oowee, we finna pour that (Finna pour that)
This b*tch begging for the di*k with her ho ass (Yeah, ho)
I'm with Peso, n*ggas know we really thuggin' (Really thuggin')
We be poppin' Percocets by the dozen (Poppin' Perkies)
I was doing all the things that you wasn't (That you wasn't)
I be faded off this lean, I ain't buzzin' (Sippin' drank)

[Verse 1: Peso Peso]
I got five chopsticks on the kitchen counter
I can understand the fact that you would never want your b*tch around me
I'm in a Bentley and my n*gga Glizzy splashed up in a Hyundai
All these chains 'round my neck, thought I joined the Illuminati
Yeah, PesoFlexin, but it came from moving big weight
He went to jail and started telling, he ain't make it past intake
I'm a master in the trap, call me Peso Sensei
And how you hating on me when you ain't even got your rent paid?
All my whips real fast, but that don't mean I wanna race
Get on the side of my car and I'ma open up your face
And, yeah, you got chopsticks, but you ain't gon' shoot sh*t
So let's keep it real n*gga, man, you ain't really that safe with it
I'll splash up, whack a n*gga quick, broad day with it
You broke and I'm rich, lil' n*gga, we are way different
I got kicked out of school, I ain't get a cap and gown
And when you walk in my trap, you gotta get patted down
And I be drippin' so hard, lil' b*tch, grab a towel
And if you ain't beneficial, don't bring your ass around
Ayy, I'm getting money in my new whip
These n*ggas talking on the 'net, but when they see me, ain't gon' do sh*t
Do my dirt by myself 'cause these n*ggas got loose lips
And I'm in your b*tch mouth like some motherf*cking toothpicks
And me and Fenix locked in, play with him, I'ma shoot sh*t
I just finessed on the plug, now that n*gga's all clueless
I'm with Fenix, lil' n*gga, we got hoes on the way
A n*gga better not play 'cause we know where he stay
And we be running to the money 'cause we don't wanna wait
And, n*gga, how is you a boss? You ain't holding no weight
Yeah, I'm with Fenix, lil' n*gga, b*tch, we flexed up
After we go and rescore, n*gga, gon' put the rest up
Nah, we ain't next up, n*gga, we the best up
And they talking like they got it, but these n*ggas need to catch up
[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
Put that lil' money up, this some big boy sh*t
You ain't f*cking that b*tch right, she need some big boy di*k
Ayy (Ayy), big bands on me, I got 'em right now
Tell that pus*y ass n*gga, "Better pipe down"
I'll go and bless a n*gga, send him up to God
We done made it out the struggle, n*ggas beat the odds
If it wasn't for this rap, I'd be tryna rob
Shoot a opp in his leg like he Cheddar Bob
We'll kill a n*gga mama playing with the mob
I done came a long way from working at a job
Sold dope, n*gga, I sold Xans
Now I'm making bands, n*gga, out in France
Ooh, this b*tch, she tryna get me out my pants
I be buying hella Bape from Japan
You ain't thuggin', you just thuggin' for the 'Gram
God damn, that's that sh*t I can't stand
n*gga, you ain't even on that type of time
Fenix Flexin, I'm with Peso, we don't play around
Ayy, like I'm penny pinching, I won't drop a dime
This b*tch say she hate a n*gga, told her, "Get in line"
I be hangin' with the birds, I ain't with the slimes
Hit her with that Perc' di*k and it blew her mind
I'ma f*ck her from the back, feel it in her spine
b*tch, I ain't no minute n*gga, I be taking time
[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I'm with Peso, n*ggas know that that my twin (That my twin)
No half stepping, n*ggas thugging 'til the end ('Til the end)
Where to start, b*tch? Where do I begin? (Ayy, ayy)
I'll get that n*gga gone, drop the pin
I'm with Peso, n*ggas know we really on that (Really on that)
You talking sh*t, we leaving brains on the doormat (Buh, buh)
You got some Wock'? Oowee, we finna pour that (Finna pour that)
This b*tch begging for the di*k with her ho ass (Yeah, ho)
I'm with Peso, n*ggas know we really thuggin' (Really thuggin')
We be poppin' Percocets by the dozen (Poppin' Perkies)
I was doing all the things that you wasn't (That you wasn't)
I be faded off this lean, I ain't buzzin' (Sippin' drank)