Why U Flexin'

I was in the summer with the snow leave niggas frozen
Tryna ball, these niggas cut and clap they hands like they was open
I'm playing with money and these niggas look like tokens
Til the tie around my neck, I ain't ever fucking choking
Like why you flexing? Bands all in my Vetements, your pockets anorexic
Pack handled with both hands like a nigga ambidextrous
At the end of my bill, I write my will then I'm annexing
I can make a phone call, pull up, while you tryna text shit
Pop out with the scope on a dick, like a glory hole
If you moving funny, let it blow like a runny nose
I'm laughing while I ghost, take his soul like its a grab and go
The shit I do ain't new, rip ma, 13 years ago
I treat every play like its a song, get the drop and then I drop
And if it blow when it gets hot niggas ain't coming for my spot
I got mad weight on my mental, press me, I don't need a spot
And you benching, take a seat, execute, then bodies drop
I sip wok like Lil Wop
Whip it like a wok
I'm a playboy, got it deep in these tube socks
Ain't that deep ma, fuck her in these Gucci flip flops
Different glocks, on my waist throw one to bro like hip toss
OD be the clique, and your bitch know that, you like Ving Rhames
No change, you keep it a buck but I see mood swings
Still the same nigga keep it cool, you a fucking lame
Swerve lanes, I might crash the coupe, and leave the bitch in flames