Flexx Gotti - How I Feel Pt. 4

Oh my god
Oh my god he on X Games mode
Mo money bring yo extra problems
Shit fuck it
I was down on last dollar
Now i’m thumbin
No school imma trap scholar
Ooo trap jumpin
Flexxed up finna pop my collar
Can’t tell me nothing
Bad habits tryna break me
Somebody save me
Imma 90s baby the money 80s
Boy yo bitch look bad imma let her rape me
Damn i see why these niggas hate me
100 round drum keep it under the sink
Double seal on anything that i drink
All of my bitches look pretty in pink
Chinchilla my fur but this bag made of mink
I gotta problem i’m always in shit
Good life flexx i ain’t stunnin a bitch
007 shots quick from the hip
Whole lotta money from busting them zips
Need a bitch like kelly bundy
Blonde headed dummy
Who gone take that pistol for me without a warning
Freak bitch in the morning
You know i’m scoring
Next year touring
Might sign with jordan
The way i ball
Mirror mirror tell me who that nigga on the wall
That be that big rude nigga in the jungle standing tall
Keep them pints sealed know i like my drank raw
Please don’t up that pistol if you ain’t gone shoot at all
He got a gun
I got a gun
What imma do
Bitch imma shoot
Collect all my money
It ain’t no stunting
Feeling like big
Just gimme the loot
Back end need 5
After the show need a stack
On 5 we gone times it by two
Five fingas
I’m in the trap with the guys
No clues but i count up the blues
Live from the five
All my niggas down to slide
He reach imma send him to god
It ain’t no problem
Fo fifth get to poppin
One bullet for all of them lies
Five for a feature
1k for show
Can’t do it then i gotta go
Racks in the safe
I did not come here to play
No comprende i get vamanos
Family turn into foes
Money turn fam into hoes
Money get niggas exposed
Count the back end wit all of my bros
Try me im uping that pole
Contracts just to keep it in code
Solid i swear i turned cold
Big rude write it in bold
Look at the hate
All of this bullshit i can not relate
Niggas turnt snake
Just keep it gangsta when you in my face
Forever be straight
Tellin my bros they will not see me change
Watch how i play
Imma always stay true to the game
You is not gangsta i swear you a bitch
Please tell yo bitch to get off of my dick
So many benjis my gucci wont zip
Count the backend hit the stage then i dip
Thumb do the countin i count up so quick
2 bitches with me and then we make a flick
Big rude flexxin y’all cant tell me shit

Written by:
Desmond Greenlee

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