[Flexin', flexin', flexin' cash on it
Throw beats, we smash on it
We go hard like "Oh, Lord"
That high life lived fast on it]

Keep going hard but I been stressin
Keep balling out bruh I been flexin
I been cashin, I been getting
I been eating, I been stackin

My city seen me go an fuckin get it
Ex bitches screamin but they can miss me
Too busy flexing and the clock ticking
Hitting licks an im drinking whiskey

Tick tock no time for bitching
All these bitches acting pissy
Aint got no time for even thinking it
Im chasing cream and not no crispy

My whole my team be bringing it
This like a movie an not no disney
Im on fire cant extinguish it
Yall mothafuckas shoulda never kicked me


King b wont stop slinging brick
The game not over its sixth inning
My team wont stop bringing it
Wont find none my ship sinking

No loose lips no singing
No rats, no stool pigeons
Tryna keep My family in that good living
Ima just keep going if the lord willing


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Making music my hobby
Dirty money my trade
Dont fuck with my army
Them thangs look like rain
one homie work with that bobby
One homie work beats like dre
The king work that whitney
An loud but that right strain

Funky monk speakin punjabi
An goin full tilt on that fuckin parlay
Flexxin cuz im all in on myself
An i aint even hesitate

That aint even no gamble
Just wish i could watch myself
I do this with my own angle
An never talk up on my cell

Watch me move im so nimble
Like barry sanders my stealth
Im burning up like a slow candle
Got yo bitch wet like ice melts

make it look like its so simple
Better ask around i know people
My bars full yours no signal
Im go hard aint no middle

You below seventy an you know little
My dawgs here me like a low whistle
They rain down like a cold drizzle
Hate Police fuck those peoples

I got the answer but this aint no riddle
Left them hataz an they so bitter
Star out the gate but aint beau bridges
Like Batter up feel like pete rose hitting