Professional Flexa

I could walk down twice
I can bleed like a human

He got shot over east
I can play where I lay
I had 3 bitches
They came with they cousin
They sister ain't like me
She know I'm on something

I got pape
I just move with the pole
If I pop to the function
Ian leaving the spot

2, 3 Legs
I'm not speaking on crabs
4, 5 Bitches
I just geeked out the lab

I don't cook in my kitchen
I be calling the lab

1 Chinese
She made real wings
1 Whole shooter
How yo clique run block
1 False move
We could creep
At yo spot

I'm not leaving my brother
This bitch sent the drop

The nigga got left at the park
Near a school
How you get dumped out in April
He food
It wasn't the 1st
This nigga the fool
Send out the mail
Send out the food

My yung he a dummy
I said it respectfully
Bitch watch yo tone
I got my sis with me
I'm on the phone
I got the tech on me
Im on the phone
I got a tech on me
I'm home alone
Why is you stressing me

I can just jump out the whip
I don't care if we straight
The troopers don't like me
They looking for Pape
They know we got drugs
Like send em away
My uncle a cop
He corrupt for that Pape

The interstate
Jumping
Illegally straight
Im legally real
Not legally fake
Im stuck in a pickle
No Fs
On my record
She sucking my pickle
No Fs
For the record

They playing my song
Im breaking new records
She asking me questions
Like bitch I'm the record
I came with the drank
An left on a stretcher
He want a 3.5
260 The blesser
They ask who i am
Professional Flexa
Like why you keep rappin'
I'm breaking the records
Why you start trapping
Im putting new efforts
Why you start rapping
Exploring new measures
If you digging for gold
Then bitch I'm the treasure
In my name that
We trust in
I fuck with the letters