Flexing On My Ex

I said I wonder what you thinking when you think about my name
If I said it then I meant it, ain't no capping in my game
You let all them other bitches in your brain drive you insane
And now you got this pain and you the only to blame

'Cause when I pull up with lil shorty, I know shorty gon' be lit
She ain't never had a nigga that could make her feel like this
Put that baby in new Prada, got her dripping off her wrist
Yea
Shorty know that she a 10
Saucing on these bitches, we be out here flexed up
Flexing on my ex, I bet she know she messed up
Shorty bout her bag, tryna run that check up
She better than my last, I'm so glad I left her

Shining, got these other bitches pissed off
Them hoes ticked off
These hoes wanna be her but this ain't criss cross
Told her if she hold it down then we gon' lift off
I'ma give it with a bag bigger than Rick Ross
Boujee bitch, niggas can't impress her
She a ride or die, so I applied that pressure
Suck a nigga soul anytime I let her
Shorty fed, we be counting up them up them deads oh nah
And I heard my ex bitch mad
Got up off my ass, fuck the past, I got a bag
And my new lil shorty fuck me better than my last
I don't mean to brag

When I pull up with lil shorty, I know shorty gon' be lit
She ain't never had a nigga that could make her feel like this
Put that baby in new Prada, got her dripping off her wrist
Yea
Shorty know that she a 10
Saucing on these bitches, we be out here flexed up
Flexing on my ex, I bet she know she messed up
Shorty bout her bag, tryna run that check up
She better than my last, I'm so glad I left her
Yea yea

Lil shorty want it all
So she gon' get it all
She know that I'ma fall through anytime she call
Switching lanes in the range nigga, fuck the law
Lil baby bad as hell
My ex bitch mad as hell
She got her own bag, but a nigga still drop a check on her
Shorty keep it G so you know me, I had to step on her
Brought her through the city looking pretty just to pretty just to flex on 'em
She know that I'm next up
We be running checks up
Told that nigga check down
Took her from them lames, gave her game, she feeling blessed now
Shorty she ain't ducking, know she fucking with the best now
Shout out my ex, I bet she feeling left out

When I pull up with lil shorty, I know shorty gon' be lit
She ain't never had a nigga that could make her feel like this
Put that baby in new Prada, got her dripping off her wrist
Yea
Shorty know that she a 10
Saucing on these bitches, we be out here flexed up
Flexing on my ex, I bet she know she messed up
Shorty bout her bag, tryna run that check up
She better than my last, I'm so glad I left her

Said I wonder what you thinking when you think about my name
If I said it then I meant it, ain't no capping in my game
You let all them other bitches in your brain drive you insane
And now you got this pain and you the only to blame



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Writer(s): Brian Hackett Ii
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