Alley Oop - Mbnel, fenix flexin

I’ma shooter he a poodle

This F and N gon' bust a nigga’s noodles

I just took this nigga bitch go get your bitch back

I be breaking hoe bitches like they Kit-Kats

I be poppin' percocets just like they Tic-Tacs

I rock designer head to toe, I like to mismatch

I’ma shoot your buff homie in the six pack

One up top for the opps you know with that

It’s me and Nel, we giving hell

We talk to killers, you talk to 12

I would’ve dropped that bag but ain’t no bail

So free my niggas out that mufuckin' cell

I’m a Sacramento slime with a mac

She ain’t bring me what I want she getting slapped

You checkin' traps, she selling pussy

Can’t really cut like that, you nigga rookies

She want the jewels, I wanted blue

Pop a 30, get in my mood, ayy

Bad bitch, told her, «trap for a real nigga»

She gon' go and bring it back for a real nigga

Ayy, all that gang shit, yeah, we with that

We leave a nigga missing with his bitch ass

Ayy, I need commas, I need hundons

Try to play around with me, you got the wrong one

AKs, we got chops, we got big sticks

'Bout to check another nigga off the hitlist

Boom, .40 finna clear the whole room

Doomed, nigga play with me, he need a tomb

Sweep a nigga block, we ain’t need to use the broom

I sell that black shit that you can smoke up off a spoon

If the bitch ain’t suckin' dick then we kickin' her out the room

Masked up, boy, we break in niggas shit like a raccoon

You ain’t never shot nobody, see you flinchin' when you shoot

I got the juice, I’m that nigga in my city bitches choose

I just got me a lil' nickle, we got the stick in it

Them boys stay posting all them guns but they ain’t hit with it

Brodie just got a Glock, It got the switch in it

All you cute flexin' them guns, y’all just take pics with it

Ayy, you not my dawg, yous a poodle nigga

How many killers you know? everybody shooters nigga

Ain’t got to flex, these niggas know what we do to niggas

Still ain’t popped a pill before we drill before I shoot a nigga

All these guns you would’ve thought we had bazookas nigga

Choppa automatic, it get to spittin' like some mucus nigga

I’m in the field, pass me the ball and I’m jukin' niggas

They take you to the net

Like suckas don’t know police do to niggas

I spent a thousand for these ripped jeans

All them shots them niggas sent but they ain’t hit me

And brodie smoked what’s his name, he in six feet

We seen him at the market and then we chase him down 6th street