(Phenex...)
Like a pop up shop I popped up
Do the dash bitch I can't get locked up
If you gang nigga put your block up
You a shooter nigga put your glock up
Pick your girl up put the top up
Cuz' she always tryna slop up
You ain't getting money get your stock up
I been balling like I pick that rock up
Niggas is hoes
Niggas bitch-made, niggas be broke
I got hot rounds just like a stove
Snotty Gang bitch we wiping his nose
I don't fight I can't f*ck up my clothes
Headshot leave a nigga exposed
Niggas sweet niggas soft like a rose
Your bitch choosing I'm the one that she chose
Yea
The streets cold when it's hot
Your mans told cuz' he hot
He a rat he a cop
She know that I'm getting guap
What I spend I spent a lot
Spin the bend I spin the block
We gon' show 'em what he not
Yea Yea
We gon' show 'em that he cap
We gon' show 'em we don't rap
We gon' pull up windows black
If a nigga think it's that
We gon' show em it ain't that
He say he a gift from god
We gon send that nigga back
Yea
We return him back to sender
He ain't know I was a sinner
I'm a pro I'm no beginner
Wit this glock I'ma hit 'em
Tell my dawg sicc 'em get 'em
You get bit if you wit 'em
Depends how I feel I might still 'em
I know niggas they gon' hate
Till they see me in the grave
He say he work wit the work
Tell that boy he need a raise
And that girl you call your bae
I was hitting everyday
I got money in the safe
Bitch I'm really on a chase
Bitch I really
Fell in love wit benjis
Fell in love wit hemis
Fell in love wit semis
Fell in love wit henny
Can't fall in love wit no bitch
Fell in love wit guns from the soviet
Niggas don't want smoke cuz we over lit
Nigga try me I'ma blow this bitch
I ain't even have to say that shit
Niggas know I don't play that shit
I ain't even have to say that shit
Whatever you got to say say that shit
Nigga run up I'ma spray that bitch
Treat her like a game play that bitch
Like a vampire slay that bitch
The streets cold when it's hot
Your mans told cuz' he hot
He a rat he a cop
She know that I'm getting guap
What I spend I spent a lot
Spin the bend I spin the block
We gon' show 'em what he not
Yea Yea
We gon' show 'em that he cap
We gon' show 'em we don't rap
We gon' pull up windows black
If a nigga think it's that
We gon' show em it ain't that
He say he a gift from god
We gon send that nigga back
(Phenex...)
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(Phenex...)
Like a pop up shop I popped up
Do the dash bitch I can't get locked up
If you gang nigga put your block up
You a shooter nigga put your glock up
Pick your girl up put the top up
Cuz' she always tryna slop up
You ain't getting money get your stock up
I been balling like I pick that rock up
Niggas is hoes
Niggas bitch-made, niggas be broke
I got hot rounds just like a stove
Snotty Gang bitch we wiping his nose
I don't fight I can't f*ck up my clothes
Headshot leave a nigga exposed
Niggas sweet niggas soft like a rose
Your bitch choosing I'm the one that she chose
Yea
The streets cold when it's hot
Your mans told cuz' he hot
He a rat he a cop
She know that I'm getting guap
What I spend I spent a lot
Spin the bend I spin the block
We gon' show 'em what he not
Yea Yea
We gon' show 'em that he cap
We gon' show 'em we don't rap
We gon' pull up windows black
If a nigga think it's that
We gon' show em it ain't that
He say he a gift from god
We gon send that nigga back
Yea
We return him back to sender
He ain't know I was a sinner
I'm a pro I'm no beginner
Wit this glock I'ma hit 'em
Tell my dawg sicc 'em get 'em
You get bit if you wit 'em
Depends how I feel I might still 'em
I know niggas they gon' hate
Till they see me in the grave
He say he work wit the work
Tell that boy he need a raise
And that girl you call your bae
I was hitting everyday
I got money in the safe
Bitch I'm really on a chase
Bitch I really
Fell in love wit benjis
Fell in love wit hemis
Fell in love wit semis
Fell in love wit henny
Can't fall in love wit no bitch
Fell in love wit guns from the soviet
Niggas don't want smoke cuz we over lit
Nigga try me I'ma blow this bitch
I ain't even have to say that shit
Niggas know I don't play that shit
I ain't even have to say that shit
Whatever you got to say say that shit
Nigga run up I'ma spray that bitch
Treat her like a game play that bitch
Like a vampire slay that bitch
The streets cold when it's hot
Your mans told cuz' he hot
He a rat he a cop
She know that I'm getting guap
What I spend I spent a lot
Spin the bend I spin the block
We gon' show 'em what he not
Yea Yea
We gon' show 'em that he cap
We gon' show 'em we don't rap
We gon' pull up windows black
If a nigga think it's that
We gon' show em it ain't that
He say he a gift from god
We gon send that nigga back
(Phenex...)
Like a pop up shop I popped up
Do the dash bitch I can't get locked up
If you gang nigga put your block up
You a shooter nigga put your glock up
Pick your girl up put the top up
Cuz' she always tryna slop up
You ain't getting money get your stock up
I been balling like I pick that rock up
Niggas is hoes
Niggas bitch-made, niggas be broke
I got hot rounds just like a stove
Snotty Gang bitch we wiping his nose
I don't fight I can't f*ck up my clothes
Headshot leave a nigga exposed
Niggas sweet niggas soft like a rose
Your bitch choosing I'm the one that she chose
Yea
The streets cold when it's hot
Your mans told cuz' he hot
He a rat he a cop
She know that I'm getting guap
What I spend I spent a lot
Spin the bend I spin the block
We gon' show 'em what he not
Yea Yea
We gon' show 'em that he cap
We gon' show 'em we don't rap
We gon' pull up windows black
If a nigga think it's that
We gon' show em it ain't that
He say he a gift from god
We gon send that nigga back
Yea
We return him back to sender
He ain't know I was a sinner
I'm a pro I'm no beginner
Wit this glock I'ma hit 'em
Tell my dawg sicc 'em get 'em
You get bit if you wit 'em
Depends how I feel I might still 'em
I know niggas they gon' hate
Till they see me in the grave
He say he work wit the work
Tell that boy he need a raise
And that girl you call your bae
I was hitting everyday
I got money in the safe
Bitch I'm really on a chase
Bitch I really
Fell in love wit benjis
Fell in love wit hemis
Fell in love wit semis
Fell in love wit henny
Can't fall in love wit no bitch
Fell in love wit guns from the soviet
Niggas don't want smoke cuz we over lit
Nigga try me I'ma blow this bitch
I ain't even have to say that shit
Niggas know I don't play that shit
I ain't even have to say that shit
Whatever you got to say say that shit
Nigga run up I'ma spray that bitch
Treat her like a game play that bitch
Like a vampire slay that bitch
The streets cold when it's hot
Your mans told cuz' he hot
He a rat he a cop
She know that I'm getting guap
What I spend I spent a lot
Spin the bend I spin the block
We gon' show 'em what he not
Yea Yea
We gon' show 'em that he cap
We gon' show 'em we don't rap
We gon' pull up windows black
If a nigga think it's that
We gon' show em it ain't that
He say he a gift from god
We gon send that nigga back
(Phenex...)
Writer: James Weaver
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Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave