Roof Top

I'm a flexer, yeah!

Three damn phones, don't text her, yeah! (Brr)

Xan blunt, pressure

In the hood, they say I'm next up, yeah!

You'n want no smoke, boy, you'n want no smoke

Hunnid' bands just to blow (Bee, bee)

Turn up, bitch, to flex, lil' ho (Flex, flex)

Yeah, I go, I rock that show (You wanna go to war?)

(You wanna go to war?)

Bands came in easy (Bee, bee)

Foreign bih', eat me

Straight up rocker, Chrome Heart sleeve me (Chrome Heart sleeve)

Twenty five just to please... (Please...)

Fit... (Fit...)

Cost racks!

Slime, he gon' slime that (Slime, slatt)

Watch yo' back, he cross that (Slatt)

Bad bih', huh (Uh huh)

In the club like Rick Ross (Yuh, yuh, yuh)

We got lean, for some hoes (Lean! Lean! Lean!)

I'm gon' sip on the- (Yuh, yuh)

Uh, Act! (Yuh, yuh)

Damn, my-Damn, my cough bad

LV-LV cross bag (Blatt)

Mine? Yeah, I lost that (Uh huh)

Bullets from across the trap (Buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh)

Goin' bad (Go!)

Go-Got some for yo' ass (Go!)

Please step back (Yuh, yuh, yuh)

Tell the ho to, "Step back" (Yuh, yuh, yuh)

I got Ks and the MAC (Ks, K')

ARP rest on my lap (My lap)

And I'm spinnin' in that-, yeah (Skr, skr, skr, skr)

And I'm spinnin' in that-, yeah... (Skrr, skrr, skrr)

I'm a flexer, yeah!

Three damn phones, don't text her, yeah! (Brr)

Xan blunt, pressure

In the hood, they say I'm next up, yeah!

You'n want no smoke, boy, you'n want no smoke

Hunnid' bands just to blow (Bee, bee)

Turn up, bitch, to flex, lil' ho (Flex, flex)

Yeah, I go, I rock that show (You wanna go to war?)

(You wanna go to war?)

Bands came in easy (Bee, bee)

Foreign bitch, eat me

Straight up rocker, Chrome Heart sleeve me (Chrome Heart sleeve)

Twenty five just to please... (Please...)

Fit... (Fit...)

Cost racks!

Slime, he gon' slime that (Slime, slatt)

Watch yo' back, he cross that (Slatt)