Flexin

[Intro]
(Extendo empty your clip)
(Rupa kill this beat)

[Verse 1]
Bro sent them a message
It wasn't online
He delivered some bine
I don't know why they act like a bougie bitch
They received bros message and didn't reply
Got my hand on a hand ting
And I got cable ties
While man got the crowbar to break inside
Yo akh, I heard there's a safe inside
If we gain entry it's not safe inside (Tape that)
If I'm not jackin then I'm in the trap for thе cheddar like mice
I want all my paigons x'd
But I swеar it's like one of them dies and they multiply
Tryna minus expenses, war's expensive
Beef with my old bredrins that's causing divide (Ah man)
Plus bro keep telling me "stick to the rap"
I hear that
But I got stuff on my mind (Trust)

[Chorus]
See him flexing
See him shining
She don't like him
She gonna line him (Do that)
Where's the address?
She can't find it
Tell her “think harder, you're gonna find it” (You will)
We just found it
Try get in through the garden
Barbed wire was ripping my DriFit
Bitch got a bumpa
Know she can feel my gangsta, its rubbing on where my knife is (Gang, gang)
I'm in the AP vibing, looking at the lights and it keeps reminding me
Of the lights that your bredrin saw before he was dying
Hit by the ride and then he was flying
I don't know why the feds on my ting
Baddie on my ting (Why)
She said she wanna be my queen she smoking weed it must be the highness (Bitch)

[Verse 2]
On the glide more time I ain't driving
I'm popping the door of course cah the passenger prince is really on knifings
I'll aim my wap at your crown tryna lick that grub and claim my royalties (Take that)
Tryna get bread and rest opps in peace while the feds are on me it's fucking annoying me (Fuck off)
I'll grab this wheel if we ain't got a driver
The vans getting pushed 130 miles per hour (Neoww)
Shit was intense we camped in the field with cows for nearly a hour
Farm animals all tryna surround us (On bro)
We was planning that lick for weeks so when it went left, can't lie I was sour (Pissed)
Cause if it went right then it woulda been sweet woulda licked like 200g's atleast (True)
We was tryna get in whilst his marj and pops was inside panicking phoning police (Oh no)
Anikin backed it Moss started lifting his knees like a gymnastic team GB
He was stretching his legs he weren't doing pilates (He's running)
My niggas still tryna make a milly off rocks
And my niggas dont Playboi take off your Carti

[Chorus]
See him flexing
See him shining
She don't like him
She gonna line him (Do that)
Where's the address?
She can't find it
Tell her "think harder, you're gonna find it" (You will)
We just found it
Try get in through the garden
Barbed wire was ripping my DriFit
Bitch got a bumpa
Know she can feel my gangsta its rubbin on where my knife is (Gang, gang)
I'm in the AP vibing, looking at the lights and it keeps reminding me
Of the lights that your bredrin saw before he was dying
Hit by the ride and then he was flying (Skrr)
I don't know why the feds on my ting (Why)
Baddie on my ting
She said she wanna be my queen she smoking weed it must be the highness (Bitch)