Shoreline Mafia - HEAT STICK (OHGEESY & FENIX FLEXIN) | Lyrics

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    Shoreline Mafia - HEAT STICK (OHGEESY & FENIX FLEXIN) | Lyrics:
    [Intro]
    (Pull some of that bass out, Bruce)
    (D-Diego)
    [Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
    I got thirty bands on me and the bitch up in a headlock
    Deadstock kicks and the bitch gon' make the bed rock
    Lead hot, nigga trip on me, I bet his head pop
    He looked up, all he seen was a red dot
    Heat stick, hot stick, ridin' with a mop stick
    Ain't goin' back and forth, if it's on, we on our opps quick
    Freak bitch toxic, I fucked her, then I blocked it
    Nigga tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin'
    [Verse 1: Fenix Flexin & OhGeesy]
    You ain't choosin', then you losin', baby, get with me
    I keep money comin' in and I keep blicky
    Get to knockin' on them niggas like the mailman
    I failed math class, but ran it up, I got hella bands
    Now you see me, now you don't, bitch, I'm John Cena
    But we ain't with that wrestlin', you know wе pop demons
    If we ain't talkin' 'bout some monеy, then I'm not speakin'
    Don't check me, check the bitch 'cause the thot creepin'
    We finna get up on they ass, nigga, not even
    Boogie down up on they block, now they block bleedin'
    I told her, "Swallow, don't you spit it," she got all semen
    Her ex-nigga was a nerd, I'm a whole creature
    Get a chopper, hold a broom, that's a street sweeper
    He ain't really in that water, he a knee deeper (Yeah, yeah)
    Know lil' brodie tryna crash, he a tweak-tweaker (Yeah, yeah)
    I need twenty bands cash (Yeah, yeah), ain't no free features
    [Verse 2: OhGeesy]
    As I look at my wrist, it's about that time
    But if I look too long, then I might go blind
    I got ten bad bitches pullin' up at 9
    Should we fuck at Fenix crib, or should we fuck at mine?
    We gon' split 'em down that middle, I get five, you get five
    Then we switch 'em in a little, I get yours, you get mine
    I done told you 'bout your bag, I got yours, you got mine
    Know we keep them straps, I got forty, you got nine
    Ayy, light-skin, dark-skin, vanilla and chocolate
    Slim thick, thick slim, I got all the options
    Your number one pick ain't even in my top ten
    Bitch in the valley, got a bitch off of Slauson
    Hop out, walk in, get paid, clock in
    Open their mouth while I put my cock in
    I ain't turnin' down shit, I'm on nonsense
    Grew up on Western, I was born on Bronson
    [Chorus: Fenix Flexin]
    I got thirty bands on me and the bitch up in a headlock
    Deadstock kicks and the bitch gon' make the bed rock
    Lead hot, nigga trip on me, I bet his head pop
    He looked up, all he seen was a red dot
    Heat stick, hot stick, ridin' with a mop stick
    Ain't goin' back and forth, if it's on, we on our opps quick
    Freak bitch toxic, I fucked her, then I blocked it
    Nigga tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin'
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