[Intro]
Captain Crunch presents...
Yeah, what up crunch
Cha-Charlie Shuffler
Ooh, ooh
Better Off Dead n***a
Mackned, yuh
Yuh, GBC, Mackned, uh yuh

[Chorus]
Flexin on yo' mane, have him sleep on the beat
Glock .45, Fat Joe, make me leave
She kiss me through the phone, I'll smoke you through a screen
She kiss me through the phone, I'll shoot you through a screen
Flexin on yo' mane, have him sleep on the beat
Glock .45, Fat Joe, make me leave
She kiss me through the phone, I'll smoke you through a screen
She kiss me through the phone, I'll shoot you through a screen

[Verse]
Fuckin' on that bitch, I'm half asleep, fuck you mean, yeah
White goo, let's count with something, bitches in their spleens, yeah
Six rings, dangle off a n***a, watch him bling, yeah
Over nothing, rings could come in sketchy, I'm a fiend, yeah
Cash Carti dancing on my wrist (What, what)
Only time I count myself, a paper cut
She got freaky, lil' bitch, nut on her eyebrow
Wake up with the sun down, Hublot like a sun down
I just fucked that face, I call it a Smash Mouth (Ooh)
Glock on me, you don't live what you rap 'bout (Mackned)
I just dead a brother, getting head on the freeway
She's an American Idiot, I call her Green Day
[Chorus]
Flexin on yo' mane, have him sleep on the beat
Glock .45, Fat Joe, make me leave
She kiss me through the phone, I'll smoke you through a screen
She kiss me through the phone, I'll shoot you through a screen
Flexin on yo' mane, have him sleep on the beat
Glock .45, Fat Joe, make me leave
She kiss me through the phone, I'll smoke you through a screen
She kiss me through the phone, I'll shoot you through a screen