Flex

I'm in busting blocks top down just looking around for my ex bitch
Ho, when I see her, I'ma pull up, pull up and flex, bitch
I've been running my bands up for these niggas talking they check shit
Ho, when I see 'em, I'ma pull up, pull up and flex, bitch
I know y'all been hating on me, but now look at me (flex bitch)
All these cars, all this ice, all these hos, let's flex, bitch
Now ring your check up, ring your check up, go on and flex up (flex bitch)
Every chance I get, I got to flex, flex-flex-flex, bitch

I know these police sick of us
We selling pounds off the Popsicle trucks
Said a hundred bricks by the mailbox and tell UPS to come pick it up
Got 50 bands in the grocery bag, I told my young niggas, "Go split it up"
All of this shit can't fit in the casket with ya nigga living it up
These broke hos still waiting on me to come pay the bills (bitch, give it up)

You got to get the fuck up out of here when your rent is up
Fuck boy got locked up and said send him something, I'm like, "Send him what?"
I live from these projects for a year, yeah, I ain't sending nothing
I'm blowing bands with an attitude, throwing racks at you like I'm mad at you (yeah)
And I know y'all didn't expect for all my niggas to have it too
But we flex on a bitch (flex), spend a check on our wrist (flex)
I'm blessed with this shit (oh Lord), finesse on a bitch (whoo!)

I'm in busting blocks top down just looking around for my ex bitch
Ho, when I see her, I'ma pull up, pull up and flex, bitch
I've been running my bands up for these niggas talking they check shit
Ho, when I see 'em, I'ma pull up, pull up and flex, bitch
I know y'all been hating on me, but now look at me (flex bitch)
All these cars, all this ice, all these hos, let's flex, bitch
Now ring your check up, ring your check up, go on and flex up (flex bitch)
Every chance I get, I got to flex, flex-flex-flex, bitch

She was fucking with me (she was fucking with me)
Now bitch, I ain't fucking with ya
He was fucking with me (he was fucking me)
No, nigga, I won't come and get ya
Y'all ain't fucking with me
Y'all ain't bring no money with ya?
Niggas ain't gonna be satisfied with that fah-fah
You know something hit ya

All of us got bank rolls, you a selfie nigga, we the whole picture
You the only one that got some, what about them niggas that rolled with you?
Bitch, I am a go-getter and won't back down for no nigga
Some of y'all niggas gonna die broke, you too old to let them hos go
I know it look like money, but I'm riding around with my old pistol
You thought that was your bitch 'til I pulled up and my ho killer
Flexing on a bitch, that check back and these hos miss her
Flexing on a bitch, I'm trying to fuck her and her four sisters

I'm in busting blocks top down just looking around for my ex bitch
Ho, when I see her, I'ma pull up, pull up and flex, bitch
I've been running my bands up for these niggas talking they check shit
Ho, when I see 'em, I'ma pull up, pull up and flex, bitch
I know y'all been hating on me, but now look at me (flex bitch)
All these cars, all this ice, all these hos, let's flex, bitch
Now ring your check up, ring your check up, go on and flex up (flex bitch)
Every chance I get, I got to flex, flex-flex-flex, bitch