
both ends - fenix flexin & bravo the bagchaser lyrics
[verse 1: bravo the bagchaser]
i got a whole lotta sh*t going on
i get paid from the night til the morning
woke up and straight hopped in a foreign
i do a b*tch cold, ’cause i’m heartless
heard your n*gga dropped a song, that sh*t garbage
i get money and i’m young, i’m a target
but it’s good, ’cause [?]
designer fit, all these b*tches get to jocking
i don’t got a boss, ho, i don’t gotta clock in
look like a migo, ’cause i walk it how i talk it
b*tches say they know me, baby, please, stop it
i know you b*tches poppin, sware it’s out of pocket
racks, racks, racks, racks
[?] take your b*tch, n*gga, you can’t get her back
break a b*tch down, i’m so perswasive
and the way a n*gga live, b*tch, i might not make it
my d*ck ain’t a blunt, b*tch, your b*tch gon’ [?] it
bravo thе bagchaser, if he see a bag, he chasе it
i’m a risk taker, if i see a risk, i take it
just got my draws in my glock, but i’m still not naked
got [?] so shook, i sware my opps be praying
heard this n*gga tryna rap, what the f*ck is he saying?
bought a new stick, right when i got out that jam
i’m so independent, b*tch, i’m tryna build my brand
i be still slanging 9’s, tryna feed my fam
slap a b*tch real quick, if she get out of hand
ant n*ggas claim they know me, but they not my mans
get rich or die trying, i’m gon’ take my chance
[verse 2: fenix flexin]
it’s the risk taker
b*tch breaker, d*ck slanger
the ho taker, i told her hit that location
my ho waiting, b*tch, it’s different, no dating
she so basic, put them both in rotation
all hundreds in my pocket, cash out
we done got a couple cars, sending macks out
when i’m digging in your b*tch, i make her tap out
if [?] pass out
ten bands on the floor, i just did a show
nine times out of ten, i probably hit your ho
i’m the n*gga on the scene, if you didn’t know
yeah, i got the chopper on me, b*tch, i made it blow
i ain’t f*cking with these n*ggas, oy, we not the same
you call that 5 k, i call it pocket change
i got the darkey on me, and it hold 50
diamonds on my neck, it cost a whole 50
i be sliding out in foreigns, with your ho with me
everything i got designer, head to toe with it
if a n*gga say it’s up, it’s on the floor with me
gotta keep that chopper on you, [?]
big roley on my wrist, i’m feeling like ben ten
everytime i hit the club, you know i spend ten
if she wanna f*ck with me, she gotta f*ck friends
from the north to the south, i’m good in both ends
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