| Flexing, finessing. |
| Bitches know I’m flexin
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| Sipping on that Texas. |
| Kush smoke for breakfast
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| 30s for my weapon. |
| Try me it get hectic
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| Shooters they just wet shit. |
| Kill you in a second
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| Flexing, finessing, bitches know I’m flexing
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| Flexing, finessing, bitches know I’m flexing
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| Flexing, finessing, bitches know I’m flexing
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| Flexing, finessing, bitches know I’m flexing
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| Flexing, Finessing, these bitches know I’m flexig
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| 30 clip in that weapon, loud pack no stressing
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| 3 bands for the necklace, Gucci belt cost 350
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| The opps don’t wanna see Bibby, neva lackin' keep heat with me
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| Niggas know I’m the best out, my lil niggas bring the techs out
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| Louis kicks when I step out now that’s flexing
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| No Limit we reckless, ride up and just wet shit
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| That .40 leave yo chest hit, shit can get hectic
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| Riding round with the bass knocking, RayBans them the hater blockers
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| I’m gettin' money I make commas, 8 shooters that’s 8 doctors
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| And all them got hollow tips they let shoot we dropping shit
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| No Limit, MB, fuck the opposite. |
| I’m gone
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| Fuck her then I kick her out, get back to my riches
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| Keep bitches out my business, See me I’m never slipping
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| Pull up when you slipping, yo body drop I’m dipping
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| Catch me in the kitchen, stretchin' I’m tryna get it
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| Stretcher in the back and lil folks nem tryna hit it
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| Anywhere the licks at, you know I’m tryna hit it
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| Coolin' in the projects
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| 4 bricks up in my closet, 10 bands up in my pocket
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| Niggas say they real but they fake, you gotta watch em
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| Niggas say they want beef but really they gon' squash it
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| No talking I’ma pop it, just ask yo bitch I’m popping
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| On Twitter I’m the topic
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| I don’t do no fussing, just try me I’ma bust it
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| Hit the club 100 deep, all these bands on me
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| Bitches watching, jocking, stopping, tryna dance on me, No ID I’m VIP
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| Hit the scene them hoes go insane
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| Pull up in the Range they eat the dick before I know they name
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| But they still know who I be, Lil Herbie they know wassup
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| Sipping purple in this cup, sweep of purple in this blunt
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| Fredo off that, turn up, he got that .30 in the cut
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| Tryna act tough let the Macs bust leave him burnt up in the dust
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| I stay sacked up that’s a must, I be packed up like a bus
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| I get pack rush when I puff
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| My team balling hard y’all fouling out better back up or get dunked
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| Bitch you flexing hard and we wilding out
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| Might fuck around and get trunked, so don’t fuck around and get slumped |