Go Getters lyrics

(Intro)
It’s me and Mac p
Boy yo pus*y need a maxi?
n*gga I don’t know, why you ask me?
Yeah, I f*ck his b*tch, she trynna ask me?
Pull up with that Choppa on the back seat

(Verse 1 - Fenix Flexin')
You b*tches broke, I don’t play dat
Me n’ my n*ggas, yeah we stay strapped
These n*ggas like to play, we don’t play around
Like he boutta take a nap, we finna lay him down

I gotta Hunnid, n*gga all hunnids
This a hundred round drum, gottem all runnin’
Get to tweaking like we off something
Aye, He f*ck wit me we finna off something

I might drop another 4 up in this big blue
This yo b*tch? Boi, I’m trynna get my issue
Put this pistol on ya partna, get that tissue
This a FN , it’s rippin thru ya tissue

Aye, n*gga whatcha mean?
We dem n*ggas poppin when we on the scene
We dem n*ggas poppin percs pouring leans
Keep it real, he can’t come around
He ain’t green
You ain’t see 20 bands?....Boi your 27 !
Got the drop, hit his block up wit this Mac 11
Caught yo dawg at the light, gotta interception
When n*ggas look at me, they get a misconception

(Chorus -Fenix Flexin')
I’m a dope dealer, he a broke n*gga
You the type to get involved with a gold digger
I don’t know bout y’all, but I’m a Go Getter
Get this glocky on my hip, that b*tch a dome splitter. (X2)