Looka My Flex
Woop
Turn me up (Yeah I hear it)
Like that shit
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Look at my neck (Flex)
Look at my wrist (Ice)
Look at my check (Flex)
Look at my bitch (Nice)
Don't look at ex (Ugh)
She always be hatin' n shit (Yeah)
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Look at my whip
Look at the pink slip
Look at my draco
Now look at the clip
Look at my outfit
My swag on drip (Drippy drippy)
Look at my shit look at my look at my shit
Look at your bitch she always be sucking my dick
She saw your face time her, she declined and didn't even quit
Look at my homies they always be flexing n shit
We be winning n shit, getting paper n shit
Look at my coupe
Now look for the backseat
Oh my gawd
There's an engine in my fucking backseat
I flex like Bruce lee
But Swag on Bruce Leroy
Pull up in a convoy
You fake flex you a decoy
Look at my neck (Flex)
Look at my wrist (Ice)
Look at my check (Flex)
Look at my bitch (Nice)
Don't look at ex (Ugh)
She always be hatin' n shit (Yeah)
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Got this ice on my neck
She giving me neck
She loving my sex (Ugh)
I got her in check
Now Look at her ass
She throwing it back
She make me cum fast
I Ain't even mad
Now Look at my cash
I always be blowing it fast
So I get to the booth
Then it's back to the bag
That Luis my belt
And Gucci my shoes
Get lost in designer
I can't even choose
Never in second place (Naw)
Cause I never lose (Naw)
But don't get it confused (Naw)
I like all my bitches in 2s
They gone off the shrooms
I'm hot like the middle of June
They calling me V8
Cause I got the juice
Look at my neck (Flex)
Look at my wrist (Ice)
Look at my check (Flex)
Look at my bitch (Nice)
Don't look at ex (Ugh)
She always be hatin' n shit (Yeah)
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Turn me up (Yeah I hear it)
Like that shit
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Look at my neck (Flex)
Look at my wrist (Ice)
Look at my check (Flex)
Look at my bitch (Nice)
Don't look at ex (Ugh)
She always be hatin' n shit (Yeah)
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Look at my whip
Look at the pink slip
Look at my draco
Now look at the clip
Look at my outfit
My swag on drip (Drippy drippy)
Look at my shit look at my look at my shit
Look at your bitch she always be sucking my dick
She saw your face time her, she declined and didn't even quit
Look at my homies they always be flexing n shit
We be winning n shit, getting paper n shit
Look at my coupe
Now look for the backseat
Oh my gawd
There's an engine in my fucking backseat
I flex like Bruce lee
But Swag on Bruce Leroy
Pull up in a convoy
You fake flex you a decoy
Look at my neck (Flex)
Look at my wrist (Ice)
Look at my check (Flex)
Look at my bitch (Nice)
Don't look at ex (Ugh)
She always be hatin' n shit (Yeah)
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Got this ice on my neck
She giving me neck
She loving my sex (Ugh)
I got her in check
Now Look at her ass
She throwing it back
She make me cum fast
I Ain't even mad
Now Look at my cash
I always be blowing it fast
So I get to the booth
Then it's back to the bag
That Luis my belt
And Gucci my shoes
Get lost in designer
I can't even choose
Never in second place (Naw)
Cause I never lose (Naw)
But don't get it confused (Naw)
I like all my bitches in 2s
They gone off the shrooms
I'm hot like the middle of June
They calling me V8
Cause I got the juice
Look at my neck (Flex)
Look at my wrist (Ice)
Look at my check (Flex)
Look at my bitch (Nice)
Don't look at ex (Ugh)
She always be hatin' n shit (Yeah)
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Looka my flex
Looka my looka my flex Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Jakeese Pressley
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