I jump out of the Maybach,
Gucci flops and a wave cap (yeah)
I got all my chains on, but they like,
"Where your shirt at?" (What?)
Bitch, why you worried? I'm
flexin' on purpose (yeah)
Killers in my circle (yeah), two straps on me,
we tote a lot of things (yeah)
watch me floss my flawless teeth, uh (yeah)
S600 killed the scene, uh
she sip wine, I sip lean, yeah
I get dough, Krispy Kreme (dough), bitch,
this hustlin' in my genes
Grandma house with collard greens, yeah,
you know your boy was eatin' (Glizzock)
I been pimpin' since a teen,
can't you tell? Look at my rings (bitch)
And I'm only twenty- one,
goddamn near milly worth of bling, yeah
I just pulled up McLaren, got these
eye candy (what?), Can't park it so I land it
I want her so I smash it (come here)
I make it look like magic,
yeah, watch me Shaq attack it (yeah)
Gucci flops and a wave cap (Glizzock)
I got all my chains on, but they like,
"Where your shirt at?" (What?)
Bitch, why you worried? I'm flex
Killers in my circle, two straps on me,
I pass that bitch right to the crew, yeah
I make these bitches show they boobs, yeah
Creepin' with your boo around two,
and the coupe go two somethin'
Yeah, bitch I be drippy, I be killin' shit,
Just hopped out of the Maybach
High as fuck, where my shades at?
can't call this a purse, Jack
TSA with big racks, they like,
And I don't want no verses, man,
these niggas too wack (the fuck?)
Cappin' and they fraud, that's on God,
Lil' nigga livin' extra large
And you know I keep that carbon in my car,
In that big body, sometimes hard to park it,
I jump out of the Maybach,
Gucci flops and a wave cap
I got all my chains on, but they like,
"Where your shirt at?" (Yeah)
Bitch, why you worried? (Bitch), I'm
flexin' on purpose (flex)
two straps on me, Urkel (fire)
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