Fenix Flexin - Dead Homies Lyrics

(Fbeat go crazy)
Wap, wap, wap
Bitch
On the dead homies

Nigga, dead homies (FBeat producing all this heat)
I been slidin' with this lead on me (skrrt)
We ain't aiming for no legs, we want heads only (bah, bah)
Dead homies, told lil' baby put that head on me (put that head on me)
You know I don't want no pussy, just want head only (I just want head only)
Dead homies, play with who? Catch a dead homie (catch a dead homie) (boom, boom)
I got this nigga baby mama tryna spread on me (tryna spread on me)
Dead homies, press who? I got that FN on me (dead homies)
You the type of nigga lying on your dead homies
Dead homies, ayy (ayy, ayy)
Every time you see me, y'all just know
Nigga got that shit on me, ayy (I got shit that on me) (woo)
Why he mad? I don't know
Probably 'cause this nigga bitch on me, ayy ('cause he bitch on me)
Play with who? Pop out
You know a nigga got that stick on me, ayy (these niggas trippin')
And if he pick on me, put that clip on 'em, nigga

Lil' baby suckin' dick like she getting paid (getting paid)
I just dropped some Wockie in the lemonade(in the lemonade)
We'll chase a nigga down in designer jeans (chase him down)
I can't work no 9-5, I want the finer things (I want the finer things)
Ayy, shots poppin' out the AR (boom, boom)
Grip the wood up on that Draco just like a skateboard
Ayy, Fenix Flexin, yeah, I break whores (yeah, I break whores)
Send 'em outta state, lil' nigga, 'cause they make more ('cause they make more)
Ayy, bitch, I'm on it, yeah, I'm really poppin' (yeah, I'm really poppin')
Talkin' out his top, we hit his top, left that nigga topless (brrt)
We got fifty round drums for niggas who be boxing (boom, boom)
Lil' baby run a marathon like she came from Slauson (marathon)
Only thing I know is get it, I don't got an option (gotta get it)
I been getting hella cheese, I am not Wisconsin (ooh)
I won't give a bitch shit, she just got the Johnson (Johnson)
I think I f*cked her too good, I got a guilty conscience (I got a guilty conscience)
What you finna do when them bullets launching? (What you gon' do?)
Is you gon' up that bitch and dump or proceed with caution? (Ooh)
My lil' nigga had a meeting with a locksmith (bitch)
He gon' clean your house like he Mary Poppins (clean that shit up)
Bitch, I'm very poppin', very poppin'
You know I'm a child of God, but the Devil knockin' (child of God, nigga)
Bitch, get up out my face, all that extra talking (get up outta here)
If you ain't paying, you ain't staying, get to walking, bitch
I be on tip like a point guard (I be on tip)
Lil' baby say I f*ck her so good like a pornstar
I was worried 'bout some bands not report cards
Me and forcers slidin' blicked up in a foreign car (Slidin')
Ayy, 'cause it get like that
And if them niggas get right, we gon' get right back
I ain't worries 'bout no bitch, I'm tryna flip my pack
And I ain't never been no cat but I'ma get my stacks, nigga (ooh)
Ayy, on the real though (on the real though)
Get my dick big like a dildo (like a dildo)
Choppa get to poppin', make a nigga do a heel-toe
Knew I'd be a nigga, ever since I was in velcroes

Nigga, dead homies (FBeat go crazy)
I been slidin' with this lead on me (skrrt)
We ain't aiming for no legs, we want heads only (bah, bah)
Dead homies, told lil' baby put that head on me (put that head on me)
You know I don't want no pussy, just want head only (I just want head only)
Dead homies (FBeat producing all this heat)
Play with who? Catch a dead homie (catch a dead homie)
I got this nigga baby mama tryna spread on me (tryna spread on me)
Dead homies, press who? I got that FN on me (dead homies)
You the type of nigga lying on your dead homies
Dead homies, ayy (ayy, ayy)
Every time you see me, y'all just know
Nigga got that shit on me, ayy (I got shit that on me) (woo)
Why he mad? I don't know
Probably 'cause this nigga bitch on me, ayy ('cause he bitch on me)
Play with who? Pop out
You know a nigga got that stick on me, ayy (these niggas trippin')
And if he pick on me, put that clip on 'em, nigga