Stop Flexinnnnn PnB Rock

[Chorus]
Stop flexing like you ballin'
You ain’t got it, why you frontin'
All your diamonds look cloudy they ain't real
They see the Bape shit at the store, that shit ain’t real
Why you flexin' like you ballin'
You ain't got it, why you frontin'
That take gold all in your grill gon' fuck up your dental
You be flexin' all in that drop, but it's a rental, yeah

[Verse 1]
Switch it up, switch it up (switch it up, switch it up)
Switch it up, switch it up (switch it up, switch it up)
Walk up on your block with a pistol, like give it up, give it up
Throw that shit all on the ground, my young niggas gon’ pick it up
Put that shit all in the bag and hop in the mini truck
Who’s Poppin' up with these xans
These bitches know I’m the man
They got me back on the perkys, no I don't fuck with no xans
My pockets, they full of them bands
Look back on my life, I'm like damn
I got songs on the billboards, this shit wasn't even planned
I used to be bustin’ them traps, I used to be sellin' that crack
I used to be all in the trap house, young nigga, I had that sack
Now I'm just killin' them tracks, I put my life all ok wax
Everything I say in facts now, young nigga tell me some facts now