[Intro]
Turn up, turn up, yeah
Like this flexin' shit a hobby, yeah, yeah, yeah
Eh, yeah, yeah
Do I think they really get it poppin' for me? Hell yeah

[Chorus]
I be flexin' like this flexin' shit a hobby, yeah (This shit a hobby, ooh)
And I heard n***as out here plottin' on me, yeah, yeah (Yeah?)
Shooters that'll take care of my problems, yeah (Brrt, woo)
Do I think they really get it poppin' for me? Hell yeah
N***as out here cuffin' all the thotties, yeah (Bitch, shit)
(FBG shit)
Brodie, you just get some head from that bitch? (Sure) Yeah, yeah (Hell yeah)
Industry keep signin' pussy rappers, yeah (Pussy, pussy, pussy)
(FBG, bitch)
They must know we some real street n***as, hell yeah

[Verse 1]
Industry keep signin' pussy rappers, yeah
Shit got me madder than a bitch 'cause that's a damn shame
Woke up shit was like this, bro, what happened?
They don't belong here, they just playin' with the damn gang
N***as talkin' out their mouth retarded
Please don't get it started like we won't shoot up the party
We ain't come to hurt no fuckin' body, but, yeah
You gon' fuck around and make me catch a fuckin' body, ah
Free my brother Brick, he'll be home soon, yeah
Thought I told you, bitch, we not kickin' it, no kung fu
We got guns, too, don't make the wrong move, yeah
Bitch, I'm Deebo with two handguns, what you gon' do?
[Chorus]
I be flexin' like this flexin' shit a hobby, yeah (This shit a hobby, ooh)
And I heard n***as out here plottin' on me, yeah, yeah (Yeah?)
Shooters that'll take care of my problems, yeah (Brrt, woo)
Do I think they really get it poppin' for me? Hell yeah
N***as out here cuffin' all the thotties, yeah (Bitch, shit)
Brodie, you just get some head from that bitch? (Sure) Yeah, yeah (Hell yeah)
Industry keep signin' pussy rappers, yeah (Pussy, pussy, pussy)
They must know we some real street n***as, hell yeah

[Verse 2]
Got some shooters that'll put you in the garbage, yeah
Do I really trust them fuckin' shooters? Yeah, yeah
Bitch, I double dare a n***a play, he'll be dead here
I'm talmbout shells everywhere, bitch, I never cared
Told my mama, "I'm that n***a, girl, don't worry," yeah
Couldn't be a broke n***a, had to run my paper up
Had to move pussy n***as out the circle, yeah
I did that when I found out them n***as fake as fuck
Flexin' like this flexin' shit a hobby, yeah
Jumpin' in and out of foreigns, damn near fucked my ankle up
Lil' bitch said I'm broke without a dollar, yeah
She just mad 'cause Billy ain't let the dirty bitch hang with us

[Chorus]
I be flexin' like this flexin' shit a hobby, yeah (This shit a hobby, ooh)
And I heard n***as out here plottin' on me, yeah, yeah (Yeah?)
Shooters that'll take care of my problems, yeah (Brrt, woo)
Do I think they really get it poppin' for me? Hell yeah
N***as out here cuffin' all the thotties, yeah (Bitch, shit)
Brodie, you just get some head from that bitch? (Sure) Yeah, yeah (Hell yeah)
Industry keep signin' pussy rappers, yeah (Pussy, pussy, pussy)
They must know we some real street n***as, hell yeah