FLEXIN N' FLASHIN

I put my foot on the gas, take off

I cannot let these boys past me

Make a move and this scene gone get nasty

He get jammed since he want to be flashy

Keep a shooter on deck, tell him blast him

So you already know he gone blast him

Mario bros, smash 'em

He get hit with that glock if he back him

I hit that shit, hold the neck

A chest shot will break out his back

Smoking dope in the back of the back

Got a glock with a TEC round the neck

It's no warnings, he talk, he get stretched

I don't like when they talk out they neck

If we coming, we coming correct

Nah, if we coming, we coming with straps, facts

Bro throwing bullets, he getting you picked off

Receive the pack like we just got the kickoff

Shout out to Yola, no Clifford, that's big dog

Won't fuck ya bitch 'cause she don't get my dick hard

Quick to spin right down ya block

No mask on, throw couple shots

Hit him up, ain't talking Tupac

Lift him up, yes, you can get rocked

I do my dance on that hoe

Throwing ones while she dance on the pole

I hit that shit on the low

Sike, I hit that shit with my bro

Kick her out, that bitch gotta go

She gon' make me late for my show

And she loving the way that I flow

I'm hot, bitch, drop and roll

Uhh, get with me

I'm catching vibes from Silly

They know I ride with killas

And them killas know why I get busy

Facts, it get wicked

And they know I stay on my pivot

Make a move and I swear you gon' miss it

Where he at? He swim with the fishes

I'm in a trap with a bad bitch

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin'

She doing tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin and flashin'

My **** spin it, cause madness

All y'all **** bitches and cappin'

When we hit ya block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughing

I'm in a trap with a bad bitch

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin'

She doing tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'

My **** spin it, cause madness

All y'all **** bitches and cappin'

When we hit ya block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughing

Step back and hit like a rocket, pop it

I'm smoking dope with my partner

Feet up eating noodles, no lobster

Fuck one ****, you gon' get shot up

King dog, swing dreads, no Rasta

My dog Meer still king, Mufasa

Do my dance on that bitch with a choppa

Like a bike with no breaks, you can't stop us

Hold up, hold up

Bro, shoot that shit up, they don't know us

Got a glock with a laser, come show up

Got a shooter on deck with a pole tuck

Saw that **** in person, he froze up

The hollows had lit that man soul up

Hit that shit by the neck and they know us

Smoking dope in the back of the Rover

I'm in a trap with a bad bitch

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin'

She doing tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'

My **** spin it, cause madness

All y'all **** bitches and cappin'

When we hit ya block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughing

I'm in a trap with a bad bitch

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin'

She doing tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'

My **** spin it, cause madness

All y'all **** bitches and cappin'

When we hit ya block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughing