Tlowminati - Flex

I'm finna flex
Bitch you know that I'm up next
Running thru these hoes while I'm running thru these checks
I don't want your love baby all I want is sex
I ain't talking on da phone baby girl just send me texts
I'm a mess
At least I'm not depressed
Argue wit my bitch she caught me fuckin wit my ex
I know imma dog
But these bitches love they pets
I could tell a bitch come correct I'm up next
New money blue money
Ballin' like a triple double
Youngin' coming out the struggle
I'm just tryna get discovered
Big ole booty bitch to cuddle
She gon ride me like a shuttle
Say I'm stuck up and I'm boujie
Don't reply to green bubbles
Baby what you mean
You don't fuck on the first night
This ain't gonna work lil bitch
You not like my type
Kick her out the crib in the dead of the night
She say you dead wrong nigga
Well two wrongs make a right
Gotta start from scratch
Another bitch is on the way
I don't know how to act
All these colors on my shoes
You think they hard to match
Not at all lil boy, in fact
I be drippin' like slime
With my slime, he say slatt
I might hit the stu, boot up off a lil addy
My nigga in the kitchen with the chickens like Hattie
Gotta shooter in a Uber, in route to yo addy
Love hitting licks, we'll do that shit gladly
I'm finna flex
Bitch you know that I'm up next
Running thru these hoes while I'm running thru these checks
I don't want your love baby all I want is sex
I ain't talking on da phone baby girl just send me texts
I'm a mess
At least I'm not depressed
Argue wit my bitch she caught me fuckin wit my ex
I know imma dog
But these bitches love they pets
I could tell a bitch come correct I'm up next
That's no cap, baby it's no Mitch and Ness
Speaking on my name
Nigga come through in the flesh
I like smoking gas wanna feel it in my chest
Nigga that's some Reggie
Cali mid at its best
Got a bad bitch when I'm stepping in
I take more drugs than they recommend
I go mega man
Off a mega xan
Going mega mind
With the mega plan
Watch where you stepping
It's lego land
My heart colder
Than a dead mans
Don't play with me
You a dead man
I'll put a price on your mothafuckin' headband
Bitch
He say he want the smoke but I know that he fibbing
He say he really bout it but we know how he living
Have bro'nem spin the block
Flush 'em out where he hidden
When it's beef it's unforgiving
Ain't no time for reconciling
I'm finna flex
Bitch you know that I'm up next
Running thru these hoes while I'm running thru these checks
I don't want your love baby all I want is sex
Iain talking on da phone baby girl just send me texts
I'm a mess
At least I'm not depressed
Argue wit my bitch she caught me fuckin wit my ex
I know imma dog
But these bitches love they pets
I could tell a bitch, come correct, I'm up next

Written by:
Terrance Robertson

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