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Tusi lyrics by Shoreline Mafia

Intro: Fenix Flexin
Ayy, ayy
Stayin’ off the phone while she out of pocket
She was choosin’ from the jumpin’, ain’t have to knock it

Verse 1: Fenix Flexin
Formed bitch with hella booty, she wanna do some tusi
I filmed her in, we made a movie, I was goin’ stupid
Yeah, I like the way she movin’, like the way she movin’
She said, ”could do it on the dick”, I told her, ”lil’ baby, prove it”
She said she cheatin’ on her man, I said, ”we only human”
You know I’mma break her back, I ain’t with the spoon
Seen her in the crowd, got her number, sent her what thе room is
If she goin’, that me on, fuck a ride, I had to swoop in
I’m on a 30 so flow, this onе to me, I got 2 tens
Spotted ‘em, we ain’t trippin’, air it out in a new Benz
She got her family at the crib, yeah, she out of pocket
She was choosin’ before we met, I ain’t have to knock it

Verse 2: OhGeesy
In the club rockin’ launchers and some pocket rockets
You know I got some money, don’t be pocket watchin’
Leavin’ out the back, it’s paparazzi watchin’
She don’t do it on the dick, she pop lock and drop it
So many hoes in the crib
This a safe house, ‘cause I don’t be postin’ where I live
Do what I does and I did what I did
Drop a pill in my drink just to watch the bitch fizz
Only got one son, but these niggas is my kids
They be cappin’
In the face lyin’ to a bitch, that’s a BNB
That is not where you niggas live, bitch, don’t do it with me
And I do that shit really big, goddamn Geezy
How many hoes you gon’ hit?
It depend on how many bad lil’ bitch that exist
Court side by Lil Wayne, like a nigga Lil Twist
And I married to the gang, I’m so in love with this bitch
We poppin’ nigga target with this stick
Bitch I said, it’s wockhardt over tris
Bitch, you got me rockin’ hard, set the deck
We can hit the hard rock or we can hit the wrist
Strapped up RBGs in the whip
I blow up this bitch, just let a nigga trip
If I let this bitch rip, then he ain’t gon’ exist
If we catch him with his hoe, shoot the nigga and in his bitch

Verse 3: Fenix Flexin
If we catch him with his wifey, we gon’ turn into a widow
And no murks in the middle, pick a side or we gon’ ?
Nigga play, I bet we lay his ass right up in the spittle
She tooth it up and make it wiggle, while I’m all in her denim
We push a left behind that paper, like we using a pencil
You hear that, ”fah-fah-fah”, nigga, come get your issue
Get your ?
Ain’t dissin’ on the ‘gram, we blow pistols
We got a pocket rocket, baby, come ride this missile
I’m tryna blam some’
Caught him lackin’ with his homies, that’s ? one
Baby drac’, you on a nigga lap, not no handgun
Finna squeee, baby poppin’ mollys, gettin’ geeked
He thirsty, keep blowin’ up her phone while she sleep
It’s a wrap, she a goner, nigga, suck it up
‘Cause if you see her fuckin’ wit’ us, you know she swallow nuts
Nigga say he finna blow it, I’mma call his bluff
If it’s beef, you know it’s crackin’, we gon’ follow up