LBL Konns - No flex

I don't wanna go back to that feeling I was in the dark space
I count my blessings every day that I was chosen for this
Go ahead and CG
Yeah, the titanic hit the glacier and it splashed on my neck
Bitch, I'm getting checks, bitch, I'm getting rich
This ain't no flex, bitch, I'm ballin' on these haters
Like there's nothing next, whoopin' on the net
Bitch, I'm ballin, bitch, I'm stackin' racks
Bitch, I'm gettin' racks posted on the fuckin' gram
With these haters, bitch, I got these haters all up in the comments
Like this ain't no flex, but I'm gettin' rich
Bitch, I'm stackin' to the fuckin' top, you can see my wrist
Bitch, I got that ice, bitch, it's blingin, bitch, it's shinin' bright
Bitch, this ain't no fuckin' hype, bitch, I'm really out here bangin' shit
And you know I'm posted for the flick, and I'm gettin' rich
And I'm posted for the flick, and I'm gettin' rich, gettin' fuckin' rich
Bitch, it's left and right, talkin' to the fuckin' pipe
Like, which hollow do you want in your fuckin' life
Like, goddamn, hold up, shawty, you look fuckin' fine
Bitch, I'm so divine, bitch, I'm gettin' money, bitch, I'm gettin' green
I'm gon' feed you to the fuckin' lions, but this ain't Lion King
Bitch, I'm really, out here bangin' shit
I'm the fuckin' king, and my family proud of me
I don't want no fuckin' ring, bitch, I'm only gettin' the ring
When I'm married to that money, bitch, I said I'm married to the fuckin' money
Why you lookin bummy, why, I'm gonna hit you in the tummy, bitch
Bitch, you better fuckin' run from the clip
Cause them hollows all up in that clip
Tear your ass to pieces, let that shit rip, let that shit rip
Why you talkin' on my name like I can't get you wrapped up
This ain't Halloween, but you gon' get turned to a fuckin' mummy
Bitch, you really bummy, and I hit you in the tummy
Why you runnin, you gon' trip? Yeah, bitch, you fuckin' dummy
Boy, bitch, you really stopped at the stop sign
That was a big mistake,yeah them hollows fuckin' chewed his face
Bitch, you really out here, bitch, you really out here at night time
Halloween, peek-a-boo, trick-or-treat
You a fuckin' trick,like
Haven't you learned that tricks are for kids, bitch, we really at her reppin
Bitch, we really at her steppin, bitch, this ain't no correction
Ain't no correction, bitch, we really at her postin' for the flick
And I'm gettin' hella money

Written by:
Konner Hummel

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