[Intro]
Bitch I'm flexed up

[Chorus]
Bitch I'm flexed up, racks out chest up
On my bullshit you can't tell me what's up
Know I got a thotty she gon' suck a n***a up
Big ass .40 gon' back a n***a up
On my bullshit and you know I'm actin' up
We gon' run down if a n***a actin' tough
.30 and a .40 we gon' leave a n***a stuck
Bitch all on my phone like some clothes hang it up
Bitch you know I'm actin' up actin' stupid goofy
Baby she a thot she be ready for this movie
Now I got them bands turn that bitch to a groupie
Now I'm so hot catch a tan she wanna do me
Like bitch, I'm the man, I'm the one
Baby I'm the plug you a fiend what you want
Bitch I'm flexed up Mayweather on these ho's
Fendi, that product, designer my clothes

[Verse 1]
Bitch you know I'm poppin' hella poppin' check your fryin' pot
I be gettin' money nonstop yeah I get a lot
Your girl swtichin' sides on my team yeah she got a spot
I be in the field makin' plays and you gonna watch
I got bitches with some bands in the back
Ridin' in the city 'bout to put it on the map
Fuck a ho give me the bag it's where it's at
You know I'm gon' flex so hard it's on the set
'Cause I'm a hot n***a, you a opp n***a
Feel like Wayne pull up and yo block hot n***a
Yeah she givin' brain that bitch is a dork
Swervin' threw these lanes 'bout this shit in sport