[Hook: Fredo Santana] Flexing, finessing. Bitches know I'm flexin Sipping on that Texas. Kush smoke for breakfast 30s for my weapon. Try me it get hectic Shooters they just wet shit. Kill you in a second Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing Flexing, finessing, bitches know I'm flexing
[Verse 1: Lil Bibby] Flexing, Finessing, these bitches know I'm flexig 30 clip in that weapon, loud pack no stressing 3 bands for the necklace, Gucci belt cost 350 The opps don't wanna see Bibby, neva lacking keep heat with me Niggas know I'm the best out, my lil niggas bring the techs out Louis kicks when I step out now that's flexing No Limit we reckless, ride up and just wet shit That .40 leave yo chest hit, shit can get hectic Riding round with the bass knocking, RayBans them the hater blockers I'm gettin' money I make commas, 8 shooters that's 8 doctors And all them got hollow tips they let shoot we dropping shit No Limit, MB, fuck the opposite. I'm gone [Hook]
[Verse 2: Fredo Santana] Fuck her then I kick her out, get back to my riches Keep bitches out my business, See me I'm never slipping Pull up when you slipping, yo body drop I'm dipping Catch me in the kitchen, stretchin' I'm tryna get it Stretcher in the back and lil folks nem tryna hit it Anywhere the licks at, you know I'm tryna hit it Coolin' in the projects 4 bricks up in my closet, 10 bands up in my pocket Niggas say they real but they fake, you gotta watch em Niggas say they want beef but really they gon' squash it No talking I'ma pop it, just ask yo bitch I'm popping On Twitter I'm the topic I don't do no fussing, just try me I'ma bust it
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[Verse 3: Lil Herb] Hit the club 100 deep, all these bands on me Bitches watching, jocking, stopping, tryna dance on me, No ID I'm VIP Hit the scene them hoes go insane Pull up in the Range they eat the dick before I know they name But they still know who I be, Lil Herbie they know wassup Sipping purple in this cup, sweep of purple in this blunt Fredo off that, turn up, he got that .30 in the cut Tryna act tough let the Macs bust leave him burnt up in the dust I stay sacked up that's a must, I be packed up like a bus I get pack rush when I puff My team balling hard y'all fouling out better back up or get dunked Bitch you flexing hard and we wilding out Might fuck around and get trunked, so don't fuck around and get slumped