[Intro]
That n***a not gang, he false claiming, haha
No cap

[Verse 1]
That n***a not gang, he false claiming
The work off white like a fuckin' macadamia
Show you so much white, you gon' think you watchin' Shameless
The spot got more traffic than LA, that bitch bangin'
I know you want me to say yo' name but I ain't gon' make you famous
We made it rain so hard, look up, you see a fuckin' rainbow
I'm sellin' so much fuckin' dope, I'm 'bout to go buy a Kango
When I see haters I just tell 'em "Hi", I feel like Maino
Everything that me and yo' bitch do, be X-Rated
She wanna drive boat but I'ma motherfuckin' sailor
I'm takin' the Wock' to get a weddin' dress and get it tailored
She want my heart, it's colder than a fuckin' snow angel

[Chorus]
I'm flexin' on this lil n***as, Kurt Angle
I'm flexin' on this lil n***as, Kurt Angle
I'm flexin' on this lil n***as, Kurt Angle
I'm flexin' on this lil n***as, Kurt Angle

[Verse 2]
Pulled off the lot and get it tinted out
Dont't kiss that bitch, she suckin' and don't spit it out
Fans ran up lookin' crazy, damn near blicked 'em down
I don’t care if that statement from the 80’s, ain’t no snitch allowed
Everything I say, n***a, I stand on it
Mr. fifties, twenties geeked, he got a band on 'em
That n***a gon' lose his life if he put his hands on me
We had him in Fendy with Saran on him
I got this lil bitch wetter than Bikini Bottom
I’m trappin' in Designer, I wanna be like Bob nem
I'm wrappin' up the beef like I just made a gyro
No Limit to this shit, I feel like my n***a Kyro