Flex On Em Pablo Skywalkin

[Verse 1]
All these bands on me, I can't fucking move
All these bands on me, I can't fucking move
All these bands on me, I can't fucking move
Where my Louie go, I spilled it on my shoes
My body it get chilly, when I rock my jewels
I be looking like a dolphin in these yellow Trues
Baby I can't dance, but my diamonds can
So many Franklin's in my pocket, bust the rubber band
Chillin on a fifth, I think I'm bro-man
If I can't fuck yo bitch, then my brother can
My main girl said she don't go with me, I don't give a fuck
I got all kinds of hoes
White Pradas black shoe strings, these bitches looking like dominoes
Might catch a cold, cause my wrist froze
I hit her once, then we switch hoes
Y'all switch things, switch jeans
I been handcuffed since I was 16
In a Gucci tee, and it's kinda tight
Rat bitch, say I'm dressing white
Just mad she ain't spend the night
Tell her head first, then she get the pipe
Bye bye you gotta leave ho, buffed up like Deebo
Any nigga try to rob me, he a jackass like Steve-O

[Hook]
If I don't like that nigga, I'm gone flex on him
These hoes they ain't shit, I don't stress on 'em
True Religion fit, I feel blessed on 'em
Ima shit on these niggas, make a mess on 'em
All my belts and my shoes got the F's on 'em
If I don't like that nigga, I'm gone flex on him
If I don't like that bitch, I'm gone flex on her
These Louie sneakers, bitch come play chess on em