Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fenix Flexin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Felipe Angel Huerta
Songwriter
Fenix Rypinski
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
F-Beat
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(FBeat go crazy)
Uh-huh
Ayy, ayy
Bitch-ass ****
(FBeat producing all the heat)
[Verse 1]
Ayy, my ****, let's be honest
Ayy, keep it real, who the hottest?
Look around, who them **** really poppin'?
**** talkin' 'bout them big poles, yeah, we got 'em
Ayy, F&Ns, ****, ARs
We gon' pull up, we don't give a fuck, we gon' spray out of cars
I'm really ballin', ****, literally (Ballin', ****, literally)
Talkin' 'bout he got that bag on him, is you kiddin' me?
Hmm, the **** seem suspicious
I don't know about these ****, but it's strictly business
And if it ain't, then get the fuck from 'round
**** talkin' this and that, but I ain't s— I ain't— never mind
We ain't gon speak about it, **** hoes anyway
Crazy part about it is I fucked his ho in many ways
Off a Perc' (Off a Perc')
So you know made it— oh, yeah, ****, so you know I made it squirt
****, kill it, you ain't never really seen no money
Talkin' this and that, but you ain't never bleed no hundreds
She asked me what a **** need, said I need more funding
Still that same **** that you knew, but now ain't shit funny
[Chorus]
In my mind, I can see it clearly how these **** hating (Yeah, I can see it)
He wanna beat around the bush by the shit he saying (Bitch)
She out of pocket, quit the talkin' if you ain't paying (Shut up)
**** on the 'Gram with guns that they ain't spraying
Stop it, if it's really like that, ****, say that then (Say it)
You told 'em you ain't fuck with me, ****, say that then (Ha)
If it's on, let's go to war, ****, say that then
Only **** pullin' up and trippin' out a Maybach Benz (Skrrt)
[Verse 2]
Tryna figure this shit out, make it make sense
Everybody say I made it, it don't feel like it
I'm still coolin' with my ****, runnin' up these thousands
Still go and hawk a **** down if it come about it
Told this bitch I want a Rollie and she went and bought it
All that broke shit, it's out the window, yeah, we don't allow it
Thirty stick up in the Glock and the chop got a hundred in it
It's a bag, go and drop the pin, we'll come and get it
I ain't no hater, I wanna see everybody winning
Ayy, I wanna see everybody with it
But it don't work like that
'Cause everybody fail they self, you better watch your back
You better keep your strap, ****, better keep that pole
'Cause if you don't, you know how it go, you might get rolled
I like it when she bend it over and she touch her toes
I told this bitch she out her mind, she said to suck her toes
[Chorus]
In my mind, I can see it clearly how these **** hating (Yeah, I can see it)
He wanna beat around the bush by the shit he saying (Bitch)
She out of pocket, quit the talkin' if you ain't paying (Shut up)
**** on the 'Gram with guns that they ain't spraying
Stop it, if it's really like that, ****, say that then (Say it)
You told 'em you ain't fuck with me, ****, say that then (Ha)
If it's on, let's go to war, ****, say that then
Only **** pullin' up and trippin' out a Maybach Benz (Skrrt)
[Outro]
(FBeat go crazy)
[Instrumental]
(FBeat producing all the heat)
Written by: Felipe Angel Huerta, Fenix Rypinski