[Chorus: F3NIX]
'Cause I'm outside, chop them with them sticks
Got a four, you ain't pourin' more if you ain't sippin' Trish
On the low, she a dirty ho, eatin' on that dick
Mouth closed, you ain't talkin' more, this Molly got your lip
Two more checks, finna reload
And where my re-script?
Two seats in this Beam ho, and you ain't fittin' in
Money comin' in, in different colors and full amounts
Twin be pourin' up in different color names, like, watch your mouth
[Verse 1: F3NIX]
I'm puttin' on for the west, I posted up some of they fresh
Two clips in this Brinks truck, unloadin' that whole 110
Puttin' on three different minks, so I'm puttin' B on my S
Perky got me geeked, but I ain't takin' it for stress
So I'm outside, I ain't doin' texts
Big boy really wanna come and beef, then bet, we bringin' up all them texts
So, bro, swerve
Talk 'bout money, not takin' it
Can't count times I take these perky, I feel messed up in my chest
[Chorus: F3NIX]
'Cause I'm outside, chop them with them sticks
Got a four, you ain't pourin' more if you ain't sippin' Trish
On the low, she a dirty ho, eatin' on that dick
Mouth closed, you ain't talkin' more, this Molly got your lip
Two more checks, finna reload
And where my re-script?
Two seats in this Beam ho, and you ain't fittin' in
Money comin' in, in different colors and full amounts
Twin be pourin' up in different color names, like, watch your mouth
[Verse 2: $prynxx]
Yeah, we outside
Runnin' it up, all my pockets be stuffin'
Breakin' that bitch and they callin' me bluffin'
I'm on the purple, they sippin' on 'Tussin
Damn, that Wock's fire
Sippin' on mud in the concrete, you buzzin'
Hearin' this shit, but you can't tell me nothin'
I'm on the Perc and it ain't up for discussion
Yeah, we outside
Put on the homies, I put on the West
Ice the baguettes, I put on my chest
Skirt on the Tonka, I skirt on the 'Vette
Shit, my engine's fried
Sip on the Wock and I'm pourin' on Tec'
I'm 'bout the money, I'm placin' them bets
I'm out my head, so I'm takin' the X
[Verse 3: $prynxx]
Couple Cobras, couple Hemis, couple foreigns
I need some red or purp', that green is way too boring
That shit is way too lame, it always leave me snorin'
I need that pack real quick, I need that shit imported
Yeah, we outside
Eatin' that pussy like french fries
I'm with my brother, no Five Guys
Guns they be clappin' like high fives
Deep in that pussy, gon' not lie
Shit, we gon' do it on my time
I just might skirt in the bitch and then call up my set
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[Chorus: F3NIX]
'Cause I'm outside, chop them with them sticks
Got a four, you ain't pourin' more if you ain't sippin' Trish
On the low, she a dirty ho, eatin' on that dick
Mouth closed, you ain't talkin' more, this Molly got your lip
Two more checks, finna reload
And where my re-script?
Two seats in this Beam ho, and you ain't fittin' in
Money comin' in, in different colors and full amounts
Twin be pourin' up in different color names, like, watch your mouth