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[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin] Me and Bravo, bitch, we back again That's my [?], I'm finna tap him in If we missed that nigga, we gon' clap again Like a boomerang, niggas [?] Spin your block with them Glocks out Nigga say he wanna box, we get him boxed out Parametics come and pick him up Have that doctor gon' stitch you up I get tired of keeping bitches, so I switch them up Sit with us? Boy, you out your mind, get them digits up [Verse 2: Bravo the Bagchaser] In the stu, I got a pole on me In the strip club, bitch, I got a pole on me [?] falling off, [?] roll on me Now your bitch on my team, I need more money Ten bands out a bitch, and it's all hundreds Look, lil bitch, and it's all hundreds Baby [?] road running You can't catch my [?], bitch, 'cause it's four hundred Summertime, but I still got some snow bunnies Everybody come around whеn that dope coming I ain't gotta ask a bitch, she fasho coming Hit him with that Glock, he fasho running Shе fasho coming Hit him with that Glock, he fasho running [Verse 3: Fenix Flexin] If I hit your bitch, she fasho cumming I just called my nigga, now the pole coming I just poured a six up in this fego All these bitches doing what I say so I'm that nigga, so she chose up You a bitch, boy, you froze up Why you got that pole if you won't use it? I got [?] ho zooted I got your bitch rolling And my pockets on fat, you see them shits swollen Me and Bravo walked in, now this bitch snowing I'ma give her good dick, now this bitch blowing [Verse 4: Bravo the Bagchaser] She blowing and I'm blowing up Got my niggas with me, we all keep a blower tucked They wasn't showing love, now they tryna fuck with us Bitches in the cut, tryna fuck with us [?] now she hit me like what the fuck? Lil baby, all I know is go and run it up Everytime you doing good, bitch, you fuck it up I done got me a check, just to fuck it up [Verse 5: Fenix Flexin] Hundred dollar steaks, hundred dollar plates At the strip club, bitches need a raise 20 thousand, I'ma throw it up Ain't a question if that lil bitch wanna go with us She [?] at the crib, when she going up I just put her on a perkie, now we going nuts Balenciaga, Prada, I want all designer I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna get behind her I was in the foreign, you was in the Honda When you was doing time, I fucked your baby mama AK's, Glocks, we got 30's, got no stocks I dropped 30 on my neck, I dropped 40 on my watch If you put a nigga on me, we gon' put him in a box We [?] niggas [?] capping, need to stop [?] all this capping need to stop [Verse 6: Bravo the Bagchaser] All this capping, nigga, need to cut it out She told me leave it in, I told her bitch, I'm pulling out I'ma shoot that nigga up, after I sock him out I was looking for him, he was at his mama house It's the perfect time, fuck it, I'm adrop him now Bitches playing dumb, I'ma drop them now Back then, you had the juice, but I got it now Look, lil bitch, but I got it now