Flex pt ll

(Yeah, Yeah)

Lil baby, she fine, i'ma go beat up the spine, yeah
And all of these, nigga's, they cappin'
Plus they be actin', I slide on the block, wit' that nine
No, nigga, she gon' be mine
And, I beat up the cat three times
Lil' nigga, chill the fuck out, You better get back
'Cause i'm clutchin' for fire, yeah
Yeah, I speed in a maro, and i be smoking that Play Dough
I slide wit' that Draco, And she gon' do what I say so
Pull out the gold, 'cause i'm servin' the pounds outta Play Dough
She get what she want, I don't say no
Ice on my neck, it be cold, but i call it the snow glow
I pull up like Santa, wit' yo' ho'
Nigga's they mad, 'cause they can't get a photo
You see these diamonds on my neck, and they be glistening
I'll have my young, nigga's, push you out
Like a lil' kid man
Lil' bitch, she fuck wit' a young nigga
'Cause I'm rich now
If you catch countin' bands up on live, in a big house
I fuck on that bitch, but I give up
You fuck on your bitch, but u live up
I'm smokin' on Keisha
I hop out the car, smokin' 'leisha
And, I go to the mall, buy a Visa
Yeah, I be puffing exotic
Yeah, all of dis' money, can't fit in my wallet
Yo', bitch say, I'm toxic
The freak lil' bitch, gave me knowledge
Yeah, and I know she gon' ride through all of dis
Brand new hop out, In the zar'
Yeah, and we gon' slide in a fast car
She come to the doctor, I pay for her body
Man, fuck all the houses, I go buy a Audi
Thirty four shots, and i shoot like Milwaukee
One, Two, Glock's on me, I'm pushing the P
Yeah, I be pushing them pounds
I'm Pushing the, Glock, and don't make not a sound
I keep the money, I'm movin' around
Keep that shit low, 'cause these nigga's they hate
Nigga's they talk, and I slide wit' that K
And I fuck on yo' bitch, and i fuck on yo' bae



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Writer(s): Ron Topic Ll
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