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[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin] I make money, break money, can't no nigga take from me Fake money, boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin' I'm with Rob Vicious, we're not chasin' no bitches We been chasin' the chicken, my niggas run up the digits We everything that you isn't, my niggas handle they business We not fakin', no snitchin', I put my trust in no bitches We was up in the kitchen, saran wrappin' and sippin' Heard that pussy nigga dissin', 'nother chop for the victim I'm a dope dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin' Robbin' niggas, poor runnin', fuck around and blow somethin' I been in the trap but a nigga makin' show money Hatin' ass broke lil' niggas makin' no money [Verse 2: Rob Vicious] I know why you niggas hate me, 'cause I never punched a clock I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil' homie love them Glocks Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious 'cause I'm vicious in the pot Went from sellin' junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block I got problems Niggas steady talkin', but you niggas don't want drama (Nah) Pull up on you tweakin', shootin' pistols at your mama I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama Might fuck your baby mama for drama (Gang) Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin' out the llama Sucks when niggas die and it ain't even 'bout no commas Work a nine to five and you won't even spend a dollar I grind for me and mine, that's why these kicks on me Prada Went from robbin' niggas to shippin' my brother product Niggas talkin' crazy, that's what got the party shot up He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him Who shot him? that fifty gon' bless him for talkin' 'bout us [Chorus: Ohgeesy] Flippin' work, sippin' dirt She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse She been practicin' and she rehearse And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse [Verse 3: Ohgeesy] Two sixes, that's a Desert, I do shit you niggas doesn't Poured it up with my lil' cousin, I was there, you niggas wasn't In the trap, in the back, with the MAC, ain't no cap I just did a sixteen, I ain't talkin 'bout no rap Pop a seal, smoke some kill, get some head while I chill Pop a bean with some lean, do it all for a thrill You work nine to fives, I want ninety-five mils So I keep pushin' pills, ridin' 'round with that steel [Chorus: Ohgeesy] Flippin' work, sippin' dirt She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse She been practicin' and she rehearse And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse Flippin' work, sippin' dirt She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse She been practicin' and she rehearse And I'm a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
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