[Chorus: Aitch]
Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE
Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE

[Verse 1: Aitch]
Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it bounce
Make it drop, it’s getting hot, should we be waking up the house?
Fuck it, keep it up; I know you love it when you're loud
But if we hear the door knocking, we can't make another sound
Love my bruddahs, that's for life, I know my family got me
Couple bitches, couple haters, couple brands are on me
Leave me be, I live my life with fucking cameras on me
Do my thing; I'm setting pace, go tell a man to stop me
Couple bruddahs got a job, a couple buy and sell
Grew up sliding 'round in north Manny, you can kinda tell
If you see me with a girl, my chick be looking fly as well
Louis V creps and the belt, but the bag's Chanel
Had a rest and then I had to step the levels up
Got it in my head that I'm the best, so I ain't stressing much
I ain't on the fake shit, so I ain't gonna beg for love
Gally love me anyway, Big Shelly and I wet it up
[Chorus: Aitch]
Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE
Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE

[Verse 2: Nerve]
She tellin' me I'm fly for a white boy (Yeah)
They want static; I'ma give 'em white noise (Ha)
Ladies love my style, oi, they be tryna get me all inside
I eat the cookie, not the cake, baby, I ain't catching typhoid (Ha)
Me and my boys, we know how to turn it up
I see some people hating on the kid; I see 'em burning up
So word 'em up, don't get mad at me 'cause you don't earn enough (Ching)
I'm chasin' up the green and when I leave, I smoke that purple stuff
Like, like I'm stepping up to the cheddar
If they say they wantin' spice then I hit the beat with the pepper
Got a booty in my right hand and Guinness all in my left
And if she dancing like a weapon then we gon' leave here together (Yeah)
Throw it back, bust it open, that's a vibe
Got her sounding like a Catholic the way she talking to Christ (Ha)
If they telling you I ain't one of the best, that's a lie
Straight from Manny out to Aussie, I'm a legend till I die, like what
[Chorus: Aitch]
Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE
Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE

[Verse 3: Hooligan Hefs]
They know who's who (Who) when I step up in the place
Girls want to have a taste; pigs want me in a cage
I face paint her face, but I'm not a MUA
Then I'm back to making papes, money making like ace
If we're talking who's the realest let me show 'em who's the realest
I got real fucking drillers, cousin doing double digits
And I'm still doing figures and I'm still with the hitters
And I'm still sending presents for my brothers through visit
Come a long way from the sinning, now I'm winning
Doin' eetswa and I'm living, Gucci print from the flippin'
Now the pattern fits different, I use card for the billin'
Shoutout when I'm in the building (We got Hefs in the building)
Ayy, any opp can get a taste, any time, any place
Feeling handsome with the hand thing on my waist
You got a boyfriend? That's okay
I'm feeling petty with the wap, tell him come my way, ayy
[Chorus: Aitch]
Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE
Show 'em, baby, how you flex and make it shake
All that back and pretty face, gal, I'm tryna get a taste
I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the place
Gucci buckle with the snake, but my hoodie looking BAPE