M$m Flex - Rockstar Ritual

I got them bars like a Snicker
And it's Christian Dior on my sneaker
Young nigga hot like a fever
I'm blowing loud they like turn down the speaker
Jewelry on froze got it straight out the cooler
Think you gone take it
Nigga you stupid
I'll get you touched
I ain't gotta do it
I'll send my youngin he'll knock out ya noodle
I'm smoking A1 Ice
This shit cost 300 a zip
Yea it's potent its smoking
Yea a young nigga blowing I'm blowing
On the beat I'm just going and going
Swear to God you know I'm flowing and flowing
These niggas be hating and I'm already knowing
Iced out wristwatch got the whole world glowing
If you hating well lil nigga speak up
In public he froze like a freeze up
Bad yella bitch she got d-cups
John Cena niggas can't even see us
Niggas lost in the mustard they can't catch up
3.5 in the backwood I roll it it's stuffed
And we got them choppas
So knuck if you buck
And that Glock like a virgin she ready to bust
These niggas be thinking they tough
We really ran that shit up
They say that I'm cocky I don't give a fuck
I was down just a notch now I'm turning it up
Stand on my pivot I'm standing 10 toes
I feel like a pimp I got to many hoes
Nigga play like a baby I'm wiping his nose
And they thinking I'm cheating but I got the code
In the field like it's soccer
If I catch a opp
Then you know imma score like a goal
I got 21 shots on this Glock 48
Nigga play put this bitch to his nose
Manu Ginobli my clip cause this bitch hold 20
Plus one in the head D Rose
Bugs bunny carats these VVs got clarity
My watch and my necklace froze
I know them niggas who trap in the trenches
They still whip it up on the stove
They'll hop on yo block
Hop out with them Glocks
And you know that they gone let em go
I'm out in Topanga I stopped at Neimans
And blew me a bag on clothes
Calabasas I'm upping my roll
I'm showing out wherever I go
I'm on so goat shit
Imma gone head switch up the flow shit
These niggas be hating on some more shit
Yea I took his hoe no that ain't yo bitch
Yea that's my hoe yea that's my bitch
Big Glock on me bet not try shit
I got shooters shooting like Stojaković
Like a pilot I'm fly like a cockpit
Oh yea yea
We ain't scared scared
Whole lotta presidents dead dead
And niggas be fed fed
If I catch 'em slipping they dead dead
Glock on me imma pull it out
Ian bout to fight like Craig
Anything I feel I say it
And I swear this shit off the head
Off the top
Off the dome
I told baby gimme dome
After that take her home
And we boned all I know
I meant say all night long
We boned all night long

Written by:
Eric Dunlap Jr.

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