[Verse 1: Yung Flex]
New hoe, had to flex up on my old hoe
Never trust a soul, I just serve 'em through the bar door
Tread shit, 808's booming out your car door
And if you moving funny, I might smoke you like a Marlboro
My hoe VVS, and your hoe like a rhinestone
Walking through the function fresh as hell, I leave your mind blown
15 thousand plays up on a track, yeah that's a milestone
But I got more to come, 'cause 2017 is mine hoe
These broke boys twitter-talking off of Androids
Y'all ain't really 'bout it, got no balls like y'all on steroids
Told you I'ma run up on you, now you looking paranoid
But I'm too busy counting up the cash like a landlord
Five star dinner with your hoe, yeah and she paying for it
Yung Flex don't discriminate, yeah all of my females come assorted
Spent all your rent on my shoes and you mad 'cause you can't afford it
Very rare foreign kicks, I had to get these hoes imported
All we know is flex, VA coming at your necks
804 to 75' lil hoe we up next
We way better than the rest, we got all these haters vexed
Leaving listeners perplexed so we can stack up all these checks
All these haters in my way, but I ain't finna give 'em clout
If they run up like they say, then I'ma show 'em what I'm 'bout
And they think it's all sweet, until I really take 'em out
And stomp they skull into the ground, and knock they teeth up out they mouth, damn!

[Verse 2: Lil Secret]
Red diamonds on my wrist, dripping like a Bloody Mary
Pineapple Fanta, and I'm smoking Honey Berry
Ice Cream on my hoodie, I ain't talking Ben and Jerry's
Knock the teeth out your mouth, you gon' need a tooth fairy
They say Secret going hard, but you ain't seen a thing yet
I don't wanna talk to you if you ain't 'bout to cut a check
Hundred bitches on they knees, feed 'em pills until they dead
Hoe it's me and Yung Flex and we coming for your neck
Boy I'm with the shits and you a bitch with these assumptions
When I pull up on your block, best believe you get to running, yah!
Fucking up my money and I make it look like nothing
So don't try to do without me 'cause I know that you be bluffing, yah!
Smoking loud I be posted at the trap house
Make you bite the curb if you ever run your damn mouth
I be flexed up and you suffering from atrophy
Taking 2017 and you won't get it back from me
All up in your bitch's mouth like a cavity
But I don't give a fuck because her boyfriend a fan of me
I got that pack on me it's smelling like some skunk
I just pulled up on him with my shooter in the front, yah!