Flexin

[Intro]
CorMill, these niggas sound crazy

[Chorus]
Average people hatin' on me, because I'm flexin'
I just want the paper capeesh, I'm never restin'
I be posted up in traffic, red light count all my blessins
You think that I'm lackin' bitch you see I got my FN
Run yo' pockets, hand 'em to me, my hittas pressin'
Gorillas out the mud wit' a beam, my apes gon' stretch him
They gon' pull up, shoot up the scene, as I be restin'
I'm gon' slurp the mud with a bean, how I be steppin'

[Verse 1]
She want me as her daddy
Lil' bitch I don't want kids
I'ma come over and hit it then for now we'll just be friends
I been tapping in the vault and droppin' 'cause I want my M's
Flow just told me I'm the goat I just told him he's the man
I just flip my money, stack some profit, then I do my dance
I been told you I am hot lil' youngin, should've brought yo' fan
Swear that I am bringin' heaters so you might just get a tan
I'ma do this fuckin' music shit until my name ascend

[Chorus]
Average people hatin' on me, because I'm flexin'
I just want the paper capeesh, I'm never restin'
I be posted up in traffic, red light count all my blessins
You think that I'm lackin' bitch you see I got my FN
Run yo' pockets, hand 'em to me, my hittas pressin'
Gorillas out the mud wit' a beam, my apes gon' stretch him
They gon' pull up, shoot up the scene, as I be restin'
I'm gon' slurp the mud the a bean, how I be steppin'

[Verse 2]
Gotta stretcher, bitch its cased closed, runnin' plays like Usain Bolt
I'm finally out them chains though, I was feeling like Django
Ma told me drop the fuck shit she prayin', I said I can't go
'Cause I was used to totin' shit, droppin' shit from all angles
Suckin' my dick, bitch strangled, pullin' her hair it's tangled
Poppin' we ain't the same though, white on my feet some fazos
Youngest dripper I'm coppin' shit rockin' shit for the day glo
Money risin' the profit, I got it won't feel the same though

[Chorus]
Average people hatin' on me, because I'm flexin'
I just want the paper capeesh, I'm never restin'
I be posted up in traffic, red light count all my blessins
You think that I'm lackin' bitch you see I got my FN
Run yo' pockets, hand 'em to me, my hittas pressin'
Gorillas out the mud wit' a beam, my apes gon' stretch him
They gon' pull up, shoot up the scene, as I be restin'
I'm gon' slurp the mud the a bean, how I be steppin'