Lyrics MIKEY by Fenix Flexin

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, look

I like to chill, but n***as be tryna fight me
You my son, my n***a, you look just like me
"That boy Ryan fell off", yeah, that's unlikely
I ain't even gon' [?], I feel like Mikey
I feel like Mikey, I feel like Mikey
Stop hatin' my n***a, you know she like me
I feel like Mikey, I feel like Mikey (Yeah)
Stop playin' my n***a, I feel like Mikey

Not really concerned if you don't like me
Not my fault that I'm all up in your psyche
Wrist be on icy, Moncler with the white tee
I ain't got no wifey, they all too dicey
I'm home chillin' while you moshin'
And, I stay with a Drac', but I ain't joshin'
White kush to match the white Phantom
All these IG hoes, I can't stand them
I woke up in the Phantom, she call me Danny D
MV to L.A, shoutout to Young Manny, uh
Flew out that chick, she from Miami
Post up, she could prolly' win an insta-Grammy
All these chains, man, I feel like a slave
It's Hollywood, and everybody just rage
Saved by the bell, not by the wedding ring
It's funny how money can change everything

I like to chill, but n***as be tryna fight me
You my son, my n***a, you look just like me
"That boy Ryan fell off", yeah, that's unlikely
I ain't even gon' [?], I feel like Mikey
I feel like Mikey, I feel like Mikey
Stop hatin' my n***a, you know she like me
I feel like Mikey, I feel like Mikey (Like Mikey)
Stop playin' my n***a, I feel like Mikey (Like Mikey)

I be tryna chill, but these n***as wanna fight
I ain't worry 'bout it, boy, you know I keep a pipe
I ain't living wrong, but n***a I ain't living right
Fully automatic, and you know I got the sights
Aye, and a red dot
We ain't aimin' for no legs, we want headshots
Late night with your b*t*h in a leglock
Playing games with your b*t*h like a Xbox
Damn, she hella bad, I'm tryna hit some
n***a said he want some beef, we finna split some (Bow, bow)
I be poppin percocets, I'm on my fifth one (Aye, aye)
Imma make the b*t*h c*m (Ooh)
n***a, Fenix Flexin (Fenix Flexin)
Pull this choppa out, clear a n***a section (Pull the choppa)
I was f**kin' on your b*t*h at the west end
Doubleback on a hoe, I hit her best friend (b*t*h)

I like to chill, but n***as be tryna fight me
You my son, my n***a, you look just like me
"That boy Ryan fell off", yeah, that's unlikely
I ain't even gon' [?], I feel like Mikey
I feel like Mikey, I feel like Mikey
Stop hatin' my n***a, you know she like me
I feel like Mikey, I feel like Mikey
Stop playin' my n***a, I feel like Mikey