FLEXIN N' FLASHIN

I put my foot on the gas, takeoff

I cannot let these boys pass me

Make a move and the scene gone get nasty

He get jammed since he wanna be flashy

Keep a shooter on deck tell him, "Blast him"

So you already know he gone blast him

Mario bros, smashin'

He get hit with that glock if he back him

I hit that shit hold the neck

A chest shot'll 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'on like when they talk out they neck

If we comin' we comin' correct

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

Bro throwing bullets he getting you picked off

Receive the pack like we just got the kick off

Shout out to Yola no Clifford that's big dawg

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

Quick ass spin right down your block

No mask on, throw coupla shots

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

Lift 'em up, yes, you can get rocked (uh)

I do my dance on that hoe (on that hoe)

Throwing ones while she dance up on the pole

I hit that shit on the low, sike

I hit that shit with my bro (uh)

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, big drop and roll (uh)

Get with me, I'm catching vibes from Siri

They know I ride with killas

And them killas know how I get busy

Facts, it gets wicked and they know I stay on my pivot

Make a move and I swear you go missin'

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 back flip

She doing tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, start flexing n' flashing

My niggas spin and cause madness

All y'all niggas bitches and calibre

When we hit ya' block it get tragic

All jokes to the side we ain't laughing

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch

Get the pack and we flip it, no back flip

She doing tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, start flexing n' flashing

My niggas spin and cause madness

All y'all niggas bitches and cabre

When we hit ya' block it get tragic

All jokes to the side we ain't laughing

Hold up, hold up, hold up

Gang shit, e'rdawg we about about it

Probably be Souf for law alone

Sometimes I think I'm just dusting a lil' rest off

A lil' weary, hold up, hold up, uh

Step back and hit like a rocket, pop it

I'm smoking dope with my partner

Feet up eating noodles, no lobster

Fuck one nigga you will get shot up (brrah)

Keep dawg swing dreads no rasta

My dawg Mira 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 us

Got a shotta on deck with a pole, tucked

Saw that nigga in person, he froze up

Them 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 the trap with a bad bitch

Get that pack and we flip it no back flip

She doing tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed start flexing n' flashing

My niggas spin and cause madness

All y'all niggas bitches and cabre

When we hit your block it get tragic

All jokes to the side we ain't laughing

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch

Get the pack and we flip it, no back flip

She doing tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, start flexing n' flashing

My niggas spin and cause madness

All y'all niggas bitches and cabre

When we hit your block it get tragic

All jokes to the side we ain't laughing