$werve - Flexd Up

Flexed up, next up
Shawty even look good at breakfast
I look really good from the neck up
Swervin, smokin in the Tesla
Think I mighta messed up
Pop, pop, pop leave you neckless
50k dropped on my necklace
50 shells dropped livin reckless

AYEEEE

50 shells hop out the chamber
Trouble controllin my anger
Walter White, I am the danger
Yo bitch hopped up in my whip & I stained her

Always knew that I was dope
Broke boy you need you some hope
Broke boy you need you some cash
Broke boy hey here you go here's a bag

Written by:
Joseph Swerve

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