Litt Mike - Flexin

Got the rod quarterbacking but you don't get a pass
Put the bitch out the car if i ain't getting no ass
Hatin niggas holdin nuts, betta get a bag
Just fucked a cougar bitch when i spin the jag
Fuck the speed limit this sports car hit fifty fast
Four perks two x let me get some bag
I just be flexing on the niggas tryna get em mad
I'm just be flexing on the niggas tryna get em mad
Sometimes you gotta flex on em' to get them birds angry
Bitch Baby D really a artist and I'll have em paint em
Sometimes i smoke it out the pound, sometimes i drank em
Chase him down for this check, I'm just tryna bank em
I ain't that type of nigga lil baby I don't know shit bout purses
Give me a slurpy and I might buy a hoe a perky
And I'll sell a bitch a dream befor i buy a birkin
I love boujee hood rats ion like em perfect
We getting money over here what it do pimpin
Two forty glocks twin sticks that's two pippens
I jugged the pill man out of Two fifty
Ran off on the plug I'm mr two brickies
Y'all lil niggas really ain't get no fuckin chicken boy
You buy it hard, you don't know nothing bout no kitchen boy
I'm the man, and you don't really know that feeling boy
Step on niggas when i flex fuck yo feelings boy
Got the rod quarterbacking but you don't get a pass
Put the bitch out the car if i ain't getting no ass
Hatin niggas holdin nuts, betta get a bag
Just fucked a cougar bitch when i spin the jag
Fuck the speed limit this sports car hit fifty fast
Four perks two x let me get some bag
I just be flexing on the niggas tryna get em mad
Im just be flexing on the niggas tryna get em mad
I'm Bout to flex on this x it got me going crazy
Just flexed on my ex that bitch going crazy
You got a bag i got. Bag, what you do don't faze me
Gotta count the shit by hand, the money counter lazy
Take a nigga out the game if he try to play me
Had to cut a nigga bald he was tryna shave me
You don't wanna crap out so don't try to fade me
Fucked her once and turned her down now she tryna pay me
Now i fuck the hoe for free cuz her head amazin
Diamonds dancin Michael Jackson yeah Patrick swazy
Can't no nigga but the dope say he ever made
I pray to the drug lord, yeah we gotta praise em
We in designer stores tryna buy the mall out
Plug dropped a load I'm tryna get it all out
Tryna find a dog bitch i can dog out
If i call he comin shooting he know what I'm calling bout
Got the rod quarterbacking but you don't get a pass
Put the bitch out the car if i ain't getting no ass
Hatin niggas holdin nuts, betta get a bag
Just fucked a cougar bitch when i spin the jag
Fuck the speed limit this sports car hit fifty fast
Four perks two x let me get some bag
I just be flexing on the niggas tryna get em mad
Im just be flexing on the niggas tryna get em mad
Got the rod quarterbacking but you don't get a pass
Put the bitch out the car if i ain't getting no ass
Hatin niggas holdin nuts, betta get a bag
Just fucked a cougar bitch when i spin the jag
Fuck the speed limit this sports car hit fifty fast
Four perks two x let me get some bag
I just be flexing on the niggas tryna get em mad
Im just be flexing on the niggas tryna get em mad

Written by:
Michael Hardin

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