Flex Season

I been getting fuckin' throat with yo bitch
Ain't no chrome on my hip
I don't need a gat
I pull up pipe yo sister than I dip
Now that's slick (Ay)
Gravy takin' trips (Yuh)
Fly out to Madrid and pour sangria on some tits
Ay, ay

Coffee on my Jordans (Ooo)
Gravy so important (Yuh)
Pull up on yo bitch like I'm Billy Bob Thornton (Ooo, Ooo)
Yeah I'm cruisin' in that foreign
That's the Honda Civic and its got yo bitch pourin'(0h Lordy)

Continental breakfast with the god damn porridge
Side bitch yellow but my main bitch is orange
Yeah I guess she might fake date
But she got that great cake
I pull up and I shake bake
Yeah she like me cause my traction
Gravy come through finesse your fuckin chiropractor
Dirty ass beat thats word to Yung Castor
You thought I made you biscuits I'm just mixing up the batter (Ooo)



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Writer(s): Matthew Hauri
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