[Intro: kushbabykeys]
Bitch, I'm flexin' (Bitch, I'm flexin', flex up)
I'ma pop out flexin', finessin'
[?]
Fuck I look like askin' for the neck, bitch? (What? What?)
You get next, bitch (What? What?)

[Verse 1: yuke]
I been lookin' at your door and I'm lookin' through your trap
And I'm tryna touch score
Money, fame and hoes, yeah, I know that I want more
Love is not for me, n***a, I know that for sure
I cut that ho deep but it's 'cause my heart sore
It was me and you against the world, now we at war, ayy
I ain't tryna go back, kickin' shit up out the store, ayy
I ain't tryna go back, kickin' shit up with them whores, ayy

[Verse 2: kushbabykeys]
Bitch, I'm flexin' (Bitch, I'm flexin', flex up)
I'ma pop out flexin', finessin'
[?]

[Verse 3: yuke]
Uh, uh, like what I said
I been tired of these hoes, I leave them on read
She was probably right, yeah, I'm better off dead
I don't give a fuck, ho, I got the bands
They gon' keep me company, n***a, and the Xan
Airforces, white [?], yeah, I look like a Xan
Fifty in that clip and it's sittin' in my hand
Knowin' I'm the prophet but I don't feel like the man
Ho was tryna pop shit, n***as pull up and then ran
My coat really on that so we make y'all n***as scram
You is not finesse cult, n***a, you is just a fan