Lời bài hát 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 smash' em
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
Ion 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
I do my dance 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
Kick her out, that bitch gotta go
She gone make me late
For my show
And she loving the way that I flow
I'm hot, big drop and roll (Ah)
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 and flashing
My niggas spin and cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and -s
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 and flashing
My niggas spin and cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and -s
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
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
Keep dawg swing dreads no rasta
My dawg near 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 backflip
She doing tricks, gymnastics
He get jammed start flexing
And flashing
My niggas spin and cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and -s
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 and flashing
My niggas spin and cause madness
All y'all niggas bitches and -s
When we hit your block it get tragic
All jokes to the side
We ain't laughing
