Flexin'*

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[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

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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...