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[Intro]
Wop, brr
You are the mirror of my—
Wop

[Verse 1]
Rollin’ like a mothafucka, high as a kite
Like a hooker in church, I’m sweatin’ like a bitch
Lit like a wick, sharp as a tick
Don’t slip on the drip, 10K on the kicks
Metro on my beat, Guwop from the East
So play if you want, get shot in the teeth
I cop new time pieces, a million at least
I cop ’em in threes, a million a piece (Well damn)
I’m jumpin’ the list for the car that you wish
Deep-dish rims that I bought from the fish
My arm in the pot, I’m cookin’ the dish
I’m workin’ my move, I’m twistin’ my wrist

[Chorus]
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave
But I didn’t get nothin’ for Father’s Day
But I was the one servin’ all the J’s
I was the one cookin’ all the yay
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave
But I didn’t get nothin’ for Father’s Day
But I was the one servin’ all the J’s
I was the one cookin’ all the yay (It’s Gucci)

[Verse 2]
Pick your face up, stop droolin’
Haters on my page, not trollin’ (Wizzy)
Took the girls out, no golden (Huh)
Call me red carpet, shorty, I’m posin’ (Wop)
Nigga knowin’ damn well he can’t hold me (No)
Plug limit old me, I paid him (Yeah)
Told him, “Thank you” ’cause it was a favor
Thank God ’cause he showed me favor (Lord)
Trap God, now I got all flavors
Won my Vanguard lifetime achievement
I ain’t showed the whole world I’m resilient
Hell, all these rappers my children (Yeah)
Brick factory, I breed villains (True)
Told my young niggas it’s no ceilin’ (Huh)
God willin’, run you up a billion (God)
Fuck feelings, run to the millions (Wop)

[Chorus]
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave (Day)
But I didn’t get nothin’ for Father’s Day (Posse)
But I was the one servin’ all the J’s
I was the one cookin’ all the yay
I fathered the style, gave you all the wave (Day)
But I didn’t get nothin’ for Father’s Day (Posse)
But I was the one servin’ all the J’s
I was the one cookin’ all the yay (It’s Gucci)

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I make money, break money, can’t no nigga take from me
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 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

[Intro: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes (On my clothes)
I get face, from all these hoes (All these hoes)
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours (Pourin’ fours)
In the spot, you know we tote them
Ron-Ron, do that shit
AceTheFace

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

[Verse 1: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, I rock FTP ski
BB belt, ain’t no way you can’t see me
Drip so hard, all these niggas wanna be me
I don’t got time, don’t care you wanna see me
She a ho but she giving out them freebies
See them 304’s don’t do that shit to me, see
I go upside her head, this movie ain’t no PG
I go upside her head, this movie ain’t no PG
I’m rated R, just bought a car
She like, “Who you think you is?” Bitch, I’m a star
Stuck off a bar, higher than Mars
Told a nigga pull up but I said, “You kinda far”
I can serve the cocaine, I can serve the tar
But them pressed pills, that’s what got a nigga far
Fuck the rap game, what I wanna sell is raw
Fuck the rap game, what I wanna sell is raw

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
Damn, the plug walked in and it’s me, nigga
Swear I got enough bread to eat for three niggas
We ain’t fuckin’ ‘less this bitch gon’ bring a fee with her
I’ll be screamin’, “Free my niggas,” ’til they free nigga
I’m a dopeboy, I stack money from the floor, boy
Oh boy, caught this nigga at the store, boy
I poured a four then scraped the bowl, I’m tryna get all the extras
I’ma get her off the molly, keep it real, she a tester
I’ma go and hit the stove, I cook it up like professors
When I pour it out the pint you know I don’t have to measure
Niggas talkin’ crazy, I ain’t feelin’ the pressure
I’ma send another note, I picked it up and went neck-up
Niggas wanna beef, to keep it real, it’s whatever
Niggas wanna slide, I hope you came with some extras
I’ma fuck his bitch, but it’s for money, no pleasure
Baby, wash your hands, this is Burberry leather

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

[Intro]
Ron-Ron, do that shit

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I put a molly in my water, then I drink it up (Drink it up)
Best believe he got a pistol if he came with us (Best believe he got it)
Make you find out ’bout your bitch because y’all breakin’ up (Y’all breakin’ up)
If it’s beef, I hope you ready, we gon’ shake it up (Bitch)
I put a molly in my water, then I drink it up (Ayy)
Best believe he got a pistol if he came with us (If he came with us)
Make you find out ’bout your bitch because y’all breakin’ up (Y’all breakin’ up)
If it’s beef, I hope you ready, we gon’ shake it up (Why?)

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
This your mans? Come and get him, ’cause he ’bout to get it (‘Bout to get it)
This your bitch? Like oh, for real? Because I’m ’bout to hit it (I’m ’bout to hit it)
This a throwaway, lil’ bro just caught a body with it (Body with it)
This a twenty ounce, I’m ’bout to throw some Quali’ in it (Throw some Quali’ in it)
I ain’t friendly with no nigga, I ain’t fuckin’ with these bitches (Nah)
The only time I’m runnin’ when I’m runnin’ up these digits (Digits)
Boy, I’m really ballin’, I don’t need to run a scrimmage
Come and get it
Worth your life, then you dyin’ ’bout them niggas (Come and get it)
Don’t be mad, nigga, you ain’t got no Franklins (Why?)
They done went and locked the door so niggas breakin’ in (Breakin’ in)
She gon’ let me do whatever, ain’t no faith in him (Never)
Captain save a bitch, let’s go and get a cape for him (Damn)

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I put a molly in my water, then I drink it up (Drink it up)
Best believe he got a pistol if he came with us (Best believe he got it)
Make you find out ’bout your bitch because y’all breakin’ up (Y’all breakin’ up)
If it’s beef, I hope you ready, we gon’ shake it up (Bitch)
I put a molly in my water, then I drink it up (Ayy)
Best believe he got a pistol if he came with us (If he came with us)
Make you find out ’bout your bitch because y’all breakin’ up (Y’all breakin’ up)
If it’s beef, I hope you ready, we gon’ shake it up (Why?)

[Verse 2: Ohgeesy]
Missed FaceTime, and it’s from your bitch
I be steady gettin’ face in the, in the whip
In the party with a hundred niggas, we hella thick
Everybody got a pistol and an extended clip
We gon’ shake this shit up if a nigga wan’ trip
Hundred rounds on the blower, she gon’ suck a hundred dicks
Molly all in my water and my dick all in your bitch
You be steady on the phone but we steady in the crib
And she steady talkin’ shit, like, “My nigga, he a bitch”
She a ho, but you love her, all you niggas is a trip
And she steady talkin’ shit, like, “My nigga, he a bitch”
She a ho, but you love her, all you niggas is a trip
Had to sneak my shorty in ’cause he needed to be older
Lil’ nigga 17 but he keep the biggest blower
We was thinkin’ y’all was goals ’til we found out she a go-er
Now we laughin’ at the fact that you niggas even post her
Pistol grip on my shit, I’m a thirty round toter
Big Wock’ to the coke, have you ever seen a boulder?
I got money on my mind and a chip on my shoulder
She don’t know how to sell the pussy, I’ma have to show her

[Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
I put a molly in my water, then I drink it up (Drink it up)
Best believe he got a pistol if he came with us (Best believe he got it)
Make you find out ’bout your bitch because y’all breakin’ up (Y’all breakin’ up)
If it’s beef, I hope you ready, we gon’ shake it up (Bitch)
I put a molly in my water, then I drink it up (Ayy)
Best believe he got a pistol if he came with us (If he came with us)
Make you find out ’bout your bitch because y’all breakin’ up (Y’all breakin’ up)
If it’s beef, I hope you ready, we gon’ shake it up (Why?)

[Intro]
I’m God-sent, I know I’m God-sent
I swear ‘fore God
You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
Now, I done overcame so much obstacles
Came up from up under so much rocks and shit
Even though I be out here schemin’ like a demon semen
I know I’m God-sent
This gotta be God

[Verse 1]
I’m God-sent, like He sent me up so I can relay these messages
Like He use me as his vessel, like He use me as an instrument
They locked me in a box, they hate how God just keep on blessin’ me
They locked me in a box, I pray to God this ain’t my destiny
I don’t drink no lean, I’m sippin’ on holy water like this my medicine
I’m a livin’ testimony, every album like a testament
Everything I went through made me who I am ’cause he be testin’ me
So I’m breakin’ bread with all my fam ’cause I don’t take no ecstasy
I done sacrificed my niggas ’cause none of my niggas see the best in me
They want me slingin’ metal like the Devil, but I’m Heaven-sent
My brother, my mother, and Alex fuck my daddy ’cause he neglected me
I’m 20 years old, but I act like I been here before, like I’m a veteran
He speak this shit through me like I’m a prophet, but I’m a reverend
Put my blood, sweat and tears in all these lyrics ’cause this my Exodus
I’m dyin’ so I can live, so I can live, I resurrected it
I’m dyin’ so I can live, so I can live, I resurrected it

[Chorus]
Ayy, blood in my eyes, I’m goin’ blind, oh
Stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I’ve been runnin’ these streets, got me dehydrated
I’ve been livin’ so crazy, feel like I’m dyin’, baby
Blood in my eyes, I’m goin’ blind, oh
I’m stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I’ve been runnin’ these streets, got me dehydrated
I’ve been livin’ so crazy, feel like I’m dyin’, baby

[Verse 2]
I just shot a nigga, now I can’t sleep
My brother, he just washed me down with bleach, oh
Project baby, snotty nose, head peezy
Now everybody ’round the world tryna be me
Miss my niggas, hope they see me on the TV
I’m on Instagram showin’ off my VV’s
You won’t understand that this wasn’t easy
I been walkin’ ’round with my head peezy
Shot a nigga, took a shower with the bleach, Yahweh
Mama, I fell victim to the streets, I’m sorry
I’m in middle school; sellin’ weed in the hallway
I was skippin’ school, got in beef, started robbin’
Jackboy, that’s my G, we like Batman and Robin
God, I know you lookin’ out for me through the darkness

[Chorus]
Blood in my eyes, I’m goin’ blind, oh
Stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I’ve been runnin’ these streets, got me dehydrated
I’ve been livin’ so crazy, feel like I’m dyin’, baby
Blood in my eyes, I’m goin’ blind, oh
I’m stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I’ve been runnin’ these streets, got me dehydrated
I’ve been livin’ so crazy, feel like I’m dyin’, baby