The FLXXXR

[Verse 1]
Look at these levels, I’m flexin’
Ya bitch she wit’ me, and we sexin’
LVLYSL, World Cartel, fuck wit’ us
Yeah nigga, we connected
My youngins don’t make no confessions
Shootin’ shit up they profession
Now I gotta wait just to see him out of jail, he a young nigga and I know he stressin’
My focus is money, these nigga’s ain’t for me
They tried me, so now I have hired an army
All of ‘em lyin’ and changin’ the story
Can’t see me just shinin’ wit’ all of my glory
Fuck you nigga’s wit’ a passion
And a nigga still flashin’
Max still yellin’, “Action”
Want a Verse? And a nigga straight taxin’
I switch up flows, how I switch up clothes
If she out wit’ me, you better switch up ho’s
I could send a word and then ya bitch a-go
Which one you wanna be nigga, rich or poor?
I’d rather be A-Z than rich or poor
Provide for ya team, so ya clique could glow
You ain’t standin’ wit’ us, then what you sittin’ for?
Don’t let my nigga’s ask you what it’s hittin’ for
I’d done been through the rain
Seen daddy die, that’s called pain
So tall with revenge on my brain
Real shit, shit’ll never be the same
A young nigga on a mission
I need marble floors all in my kitchen
When nigga’s talk rap, you ain’t even gotta ask
Homeboy my name gets mentioned

[Chorus]
I be chillin’ wit’ ya bitch, goin’ slow-mo
Her neck up and down, goin’ so slow
And a nigga so tall, and you don’t grow
Money comin’ in, I need more O’s
Weed burnin’ so I blow more O’s
These bitches never go home
And the shit I smoke yeah, it’s full grown
And all this, we did on our own

[Verse 2]
I’d done been where they won’t go
Stand still, that’s a no-no
I got clothes on my back
That’ll bring in the racks
Got a Zebra for my logo
Nigga please, you ain’t ready when it’s your go
And oh na, me and Belvy shift the popo
Pint of lean in the car, with the State Troops
On site, we don’t trip, we just stay cool
Man these nigga’s ain’t real, they just got a deal
Actin’, they ain’t hard, when it’s for a mill
See you nigga’s show love, till you nigga’s spill blood
I could send the wolves in, tell me how that feel?
Let me stop, man I need some rosaries
But sometimes it’s revenge controllin’ me
Every time I see ya bitch she noticed me
And then she come right where she ‘possed to be
Right wit’ a God
Fuck her good and she go hard
And she ain’t seen you in so long
And all I do is flex like I’m Brett Hart
Got the pedal to the metal in the [?]
A nigga good, like I’m wit’ Ye
10K in my pocket on a good day
“He ain’t never been great,” what you would say
But I never gave a fuck what the hood say
New work on the block every week
It’ll show how these nigga’s very weak
Nigga’s can’t keep up
Nigga’s won’t speak up, yeah nigga that’ll never be me
I put in work for my OG’s
Connected nigga’s know me
Let the weed burn slowly
Pour up 4 O’s for me

[Outro]
I be chillin’ wit’ ya bitch, goin’ slow-mo
Her neck up and down, goin’ so slow
And a nigga so tall, and you don’t grow
Money comin’ in, I need more O’s
Weed burnin’ so I blow more O’s
These bitches never go home
And the shit I smoke yeah, it’s full grown
And all this, we did on our own
I be chillin’ wit’ ya bitch, goin’ slow-mo
Her neck up and down, goin’ so slow
And a nigga so tall, and you don’t grow
Money comin’ in, I need more O’s
Weed burnin’ so I blow more O’s
These bitches never go home
And the shit I smoke yeah, it’s full grown
And all this, we did on our own