FLEXIN N' FLASHIN (Remix)

I put my foot on the gas, takeoff

I cannot let these boys pass me

Make a move and the scene gon' get nasty

He get hammed since he wanna be flashy

Keep a shooter on deck, tell 'em blast 'em

So you already know he gon' blast 'em

Mario Bros, smash 'em

He get hit with that Glock if he back 'em

I hit that shit, hold the neck

A chest shot'll break out his back

Smokin' dope in the back of the back

Got a Glock with a Tec 'round the neck

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

I don't like when the talk out they neck

If we comin', we comin' correct

Nah, if we comin', we comin' with straps, facts

Bro throwin' bullets, he gettin' you picked off

Receive the pack like we just got the kick-off

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

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

Quick to spin right down your block

No mask on, throw couple shots

Hit 'em up, ain't talkin' 2Pac

Lift 'em up, yes, you can get rocked

I do my dance on that ho

Throwin' 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 lovin' the way that I flow

I'm hot, bitch, drop and roll

Get with me, I'm catchin' vibes from Silly

They know I ride with killers

And them killers know I get busy

Facts, it get wicked

And they know I stay on my pivot

Make a move and I swear you go missing

Where he at? He swim with the fishes

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflips

She doin' tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'

My **** spin and cause madness

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

When we hit your block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflips

She doin' tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'

My **** spin and cause madness

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

When we hit your block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'

I fucked the bitch once, then I passed it

My boys do the job with a passion

They shoot the gun once, then they pass it

Extended clips, no more on my way

Need a drum because .30s, they average

Stay with a dime, my bitch, she not average

So much money, these **** can't match it

Look at all of this guap that we havin'

So much money, these **** can't match it

He so broke, light a blunt with some matches

I remember we slept, dirty mattress

On that beat, man, your girl just start dancin'

Hit my shoulder, we coolin', relaxin'

She keep twerkin', I look at her backend

Because that girl keep trackin' get my backend

Foreign my whips and I slide in Philly

And I got a lil' bitch, that's my diamond filling

Man, her ass is so dumb and she kinda silly

Told her my name was "Richard, the Master Mille"

Yeah, this Bugatti cost way more than a milli

I'm in North and my pockets got half a milli

Watch her know where my laugh and my boy in the cut

Just like T-Bop because my neck is so chilly

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflips

She doin' tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'

My **** spin and cause madness

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

When we hit your block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflips

She doin' tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'

My **** spin and cause madness

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

When we hit your block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'

Step back, get hit like a rocket, pop it

I'm smokin' dope with my partner

Feet up, eatin' noodles, no lobster

Fuck want, ****? You can get shot up

King dawg, swing dreads, no Rasta

My dawg Meer still king, Mufasa

Do my dance on that bitch with a chopper

Like a bike with no brakes, 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 tucked

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

The hollows had lit that man soul up

Hit that shit by they neck and they know us

Smokin' dope in the back of the Rover

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflips

She doin' tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'

My **** spin and cause madness

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

When we hit your block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflips

She doin' tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'

My **** spin and cause madness

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

When we hit your block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'