Flexin'*

Lyrics from Snippets [Intro] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse] Get the drugs from the store, ayy Then I'm with the guys I got swishers I got papers, ayy We be getting high with the lean and with the Xans now I'ma touch the sky, where your mans Where your mans, I'ma send him to the sky I finesse, I finesse, that's yo' bitch we had sex We don't call, we don't text She got down and gave me neck Fuck her then its to the next, ayy All I do is flex, ayy All I do is flex, ayy All I do is flex All my niggas getting high, we higher than a bitch Boy I swear you see that plane, well I'm flyer than that shit I got shit you can't pronounce, I got shit that's super rich Niggas talking hella shit until I pop off like a zit, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, boy I'm flexin' in this bitch, ayy, ayy You get slammed like its Tekken in this bitch, ayy, ayy Boy I swear I be flexin' in this bitch, ayy, ayy You get slammed like its Tekken in this bitch, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Off a Xan in this bitch ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Hold on, ayy, ayy, ayy I may fuck yo bitch and pass her to my friend We had a baby in Mercedes so I call her Benz And all my niggas going crazy we be countin' bands I'm bout to snooze on this bitch cause I pop a Xan I got a yellow one, white one, gray one, rainbow Pull up to the scene, with that shit like its Rambo I swear I got that shit for your grand folks Leave yo ass red on the street like its Elmo Open you like Sesame, bitch I got the recipe I got all these chains, gold grills, call me Master P Everything is art mother fucker fucking masterpiece Niggas talking dumb 'til I run up, a catastrophe I'ma run a check like I'm Usain, ayy Sick jays on my fleet call them Flu Games, ayy Niggas wanna talk stupid till they die today, yeah Run up in yo crib and make yo momma cry today, ayy I am too real I could never lie today, ayy, ayy, ayy I be flexin' in this bitch, I be flexin', yeah I can never lie today, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I be flexin' in this bitch, I be flexin' in this bitch, ayy [...] That's your bitch, why she over here? Make her disappear Red coat, no Paul Revere, get 'em outta here I'm the man, ballin' over broad, no Cavalier And I swear I'm the fuckin' man, can't you fuckin' hear? Yeah, I be zooted in my zone and I can't lie, ayy Look up in the sky, 'cause I'm that fuckin' high, ayy I may fuck your bitch, I leave her, then she cry, ayy Run up and that shit like...