X
Huh Aye aye aye aye
Huh what what what what
Huh ha ha ha ha
X X X X huh
X X X X huh
X X X X huh
Flex flex flex flex yuh
Huh X,Y, Z huh
Hit'em with that beam huh
Right there on the scene huh
Hopin' I aint seen huh
Countin' up the millis and the billis and the hundreds yeah
Everybody turn my way when I'm at the function yuh
I don't know why it's so mad huh
I don't know why it's so sad huh
Say you ain't got any flaws huh
What do you want, an applause huh
I'mma cop a Bentley huh
I'mma cop a Rari huh
I'ma go X mode I'm a rockstar fuckin' gnarly yah
All these diamonds round my neck they brighter than the sun
All these other rappers little bro like a son
Flexin' bands and foreign whips ridin' down the street
All these people askin' who is this yeah it's 16 Beats huh
X X X X huh
X X X X bitch
Flex flex flex huh flex yuh
Ayy ayy ayy get it yuh
Fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it yuh
I get it I get it I get it I get it huh
I steal the deal like it's for real
I pop the reds, I pop the blues huh
Ayy ayy ayy ayy huh ayy ayy
Ayy ayy ayy huh ayy ayy
Ayy ayy ayy huh hold up hold up hold up hold up
Okay I'm bout to spit some fuckin heat
Right here on my own two feet
All my cars they all two seat
Ain't nobody can compete
Makin' money moves every day and single night
But I don't feel alive everything in black and white
Ayy ayy ayy ayy huh hold up wait a minute
I'm about to spit on this motherfuckin' beat hold up, wait a minute, hold up
Yeah watch out for the gang
Watch out for the gang
Watch out for the gang huh
Make that shit go bang
Make that shit go bang
Make that shit go bang huh
Put it on his brain
Put it to his brain yuh
Money trippin' cash stack flippin' always lit yeah
I've been trippin' pull up in a Rari I stay whippin' yeah
All these drugs got me high like I'm on cloud nine
Gotta put the shades on when they ask the time
Flexin' from my head to toe
Flexin' from my chest to back
Countin' all these rackie racks
Fillin up my fanny pack
Fuck with me I'll cock it back
You get hit right in your back
Pull up to the A we get lit we get lit aye
Ayy ayy ayy huh what what
Ayy ayy ayy what what huh
Ayy ayy ayy what what Ight bet
Huh what what what what
Huh ha ha ha ha
X X X X huh
X X X X huh
X X X X huh
Flex flex flex flex yuh
Huh X,Y, Z huh
Hit'em with that beam huh
Right there on the scene huh
Hopin' I aint seen huh
Countin' up the millis and the billis and the hundreds yeah
Everybody turn my way when I'm at the function yuh
I don't know why it's so mad huh
I don't know why it's so sad huh
Say you ain't got any flaws huh
What do you want, an applause huh
I'mma cop a Bentley huh
I'mma cop a Rari huh
I'ma go X mode I'm a rockstar fuckin' gnarly yah
All these diamonds round my neck they brighter than the sun
All these other rappers little bro like a son
Flexin' bands and foreign whips ridin' down the street
All these people askin' who is this yeah it's 16 Beats huh
X X X X huh
X X X X bitch
Flex flex flex huh flex yuh
Ayy ayy ayy get it yuh
Fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it yuh
I get it I get it I get it I get it huh
I steal the deal like it's for real
I pop the reds, I pop the blues huh
Ayy ayy ayy ayy huh ayy ayy
Ayy ayy ayy huh ayy ayy
Ayy ayy ayy huh hold up hold up hold up hold up
Okay I'm bout to spit some fuckin heat
Right here on my own two feet
All my cars they all two seat
Ain't nobody can compete
Makin' money moves every day and single night
But I don't feel alive everything in black and white
Ayy ayy ayy ayy huh hold up wait a minute
I'm about to spit on this motherfuckin' beat hold up, wait a minute, hold up
Yeah watch out for the gang
Watch out for the gang
Watch out for the gang huh
Make that shit go bang
Make that shit go bang
Make that shit go bang huh
Put it on his brain
Put it to his brain yuh
Money trippin' cash stack flippin' always lit yeah
I've been trippin' pull up in a Rari I stay whippin' yeah
All these drugs got me high like I'm on cloud nine
Gotta put the shades on when they ask the time
Flexin' from my head to toe
Flexin' from my chest to back
Countin' all these rackie racks
Fillin up my fanny pack
Fuck with me I'll cock it back
You get hit right in your back
Pull up to the A we get lit we get lit aye
Ayy ayy ayy huh what what
Ayy ayy ayy what what huh
Ayy ayy ayy what what Ight bet
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Writer(s): Adam Acosta-kee
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