Bravo Flexin’

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I’m sippin’ Clicquot with a freak hoe
Nine times outta ten, my niggas need smoke
I rock designer
Boy, I been switched up
We been pullin’ you niggas’ cards’, man yo' ass not tough

[Verse 2: Bravo The BagChaser]
Look
Nigga, you ain’t tough, whatchu lyin’ for?
Bitch you knew I was a dog, whatchu cryin’ for? (aye)
I can see you niggas’ hoes through these blindfolds
Talkin' real tough now that lil nigga's life gone, aye

[Verse 3: Fenix Flexin]
I can count these hunnid's with a blindfold
Imma fuck his baby momma with the lights on
Only time I'm with the talkin' when the mic's on
Any nigga with the talkin' they get fye'd on

[Verse 4: Bravo The BagChaser]
Only time Bravo talk is when I talk my shit
Why you trippin' on a hoe when that's not my bitch?
And he talkin' like he ballin' when he broke like shit
Nigga, you been on yo' ass, I been on my shit, aye

[Verse 5: Fenix Flexin]
Nigga you been on yo ass, I been on the grind (on the grind)
I be pourin' juice, do it all the time (all the time)
Pull up with a Glock, pull up with a nine
Imma grab her by the hair, watch me break her spine

[Chorus: Bravo The BagChaser]
Ooh, you a dime
And all that but you cannot be mine
Ooh, where the vibes?
Free the guys, free the guys, free the guys
Ooh, bitch
You gassed up
Fuck next, you already passed up
Ooh

[Verse 6: Fenix Flexin]
Bitch wanna fuck, then she gotta pay
She gon' go and break some dough, then she on her way
Nigga talkin' bout them low's, boy they on the way
Me and Bravo in yo' house, nigga where the safe? (Where it's at?)
I got that Molly Santana
Fenix fuckin' Flexin' you know I'm the damn man (you know I'm the damn man)
These Balenciaga's, not no Levi's
Bitch, I need my chicken extra deep-fried
We gon' pull up with them choppas, not a peace sign
I'm focused on the plate, you got it? Imma eat mine

[Verse 7: Bravo The BagChaser]
Look, you ain't talkin' money bitch you stupid
And she love me cause I be off on my bullshit
Imma boss, so that mean I need a boss bitch
Imma boss, so my circle full of bosses, ooh
Fuck you thought? (Bitch you thought)
Bitch, you dancin' on my dick and my Glock
But the motherfucker's hard as a rock
The way I whip the pot, bet yo' momma cannot, look
I ain't gon lie, I'm tryna see you drop sum'n
Better not be broke, I'm tryna see you cop sum'n
If yo' pockets on broke that's a no-go
Go and dance on my motherfuckin' Polo, ooh