[Intro]
(Flexin')
[Verse 1]
I'm a no-shoestring-wearin' nigga, just straps
Nine out of ten of these hoes holdin' back
How the fuck he did six years with four flat?
Course Hot Boy and Will hang together, they both rats
Pull up in the hood, high beams on the Wagen
My niggas call me Rollie, all my bitches call me Patek
Ho, quit sayin' you could've had me, how?
Shout out Lil— I'm the one who blew him down
Rest in peace, drop shit for extra cheese
This here for Neff and Rece, say I remember bettin' fives
Hard times don't never last
Told y'all I quit stompin', I'm on my seventh slab
Somethin' 'bout that drug money make these bitches get off
Let me know if you can't see me, nigga, 'cause I'll take the tint off
We just left SoleStage, blew about a ten ball
Free my nigga Woo, or should I call him Mr. Fentanyl?
Yeah, Gotti want a show, but shit, I'm finna have a spin-off
Take a nigga ho, you never told me that you loved her
Fifty for a show, no back and forth, I'm sellin' drugs first
[Chorus]
Hold me down, never know what tomorrow bring
Help me out, if I eat, we all eat
Ma, look at your baby
Still findin' 30s for the A-team, yeah
I might come through in a hard top, we draggin'
I still save all of my call logs, I'm damaged
(Flexin')
[Verse 1]
I'm a no-shoestring-wearin' nigga, just straps
Nine out of ten of these hoes holdin' back
How the fuck he did six years with four flat?
Course Hot Boy and Will hang together, they both rats
Pull up in the hood, high beams on the Wagen
My niggas call me Rollie, all my bitches call me Patek
Ho, quit sayin' you could've had me, how?
Shout out Lil— I'm the one who blew him down
Rest in peace, drop shit for extra cheese
This here for Neff and Rece, say I remember bettin' fives
Hard times don't never last
Told y'all I quit stompin', I'm on my seventh slab
Somethin' 'bout that drug money make these bitches get off
Let me know if you can't see me, nigga, 'cause I'll take the tint off
We just left SoleStage, blew about a ten ball
Free my nigga Woo, or should I call him Mr. Fentanyl?
Yeah, Gotti want a show, but shit, I'm finna have a spin-off
Take a nigga ho, you never told me that you loved her
Fifty for a show, no back and forth, I'm sellin' drugs first
[Chorus]
Hold me down, never know what tomorrow bring
Help me out, if I eat, we all eat
Ma, look at your baby
Still findin' 30s for the A-team, yeah
I might come through in a hard top, we draggin'
I still save all of my call logs, I'm damaged
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