flex flow

A heavy addict this bitch stuck because I'm some like crack

Said he was done, he changed his mind, of course he double back

Poppin shit, I popped his shit, I left that pussy flat

He love that hoe, she liked my pic, bruh, had a heart attack

Fearing I might die alone, don't need no hoes, I got Ms. Wesson

Knowing I'm too small, picked up a pole, my pipe, my biggest blessing

She walked in, turned off her phone, I guess we left that **** guessing

I line shit up, get **** gone, I know that that shit be depressing

I know that that shit hurt they heart, should've never tried this shit

He knew how P was from the start

And I been sad, come tap in, I flippin yens I got the carts

I can't be seen with all this rap shit, one of these days I'm toppin charts

Oh yes a bad bitch, going big

In the raq, we drank for milestones, so you know I took a swig

InNOut, went brazy, I told J4, bruh, look what we done did

And, you know that I like coins, so in hoes' pockets, I'm gon' dig

Don't ask about when Jfour popped her

And I heard that he was dissing send cfour ass to the doctor

But nah, for real, I heard that diss

**** think he's spilling tea, whole time, y'all dumbass drinkin piss

Go tell Atwo to pop outside and ain that lil' bitch in a minute

Take her dumbass for that ride

Ain't startin shit, but hoes gettin finished

And I ain't just start popping shit, all these lil' hoes know that I been it

Backseat riding, something different, y'all in the backseat riding dick

Backseat riding, something different, I'm in the backseat working stick

One man army, stand my ground, don't need no hoes, don't need no clique

He lied, and capped down to his bitch his, karma spint, and he got hit

Y'all got young **** on my stick, but that shit bool, know, they ain't bucking

He get took down for all that plotting, dummy-ass, boy we ain't fucking

Y'all know I been getting **** knocked down to get them gone, that shit ain't nothing

Talm bout come to Saratoga, you don't wanna hit, bitch, you been bluffing

And nah, for real, go catch that fade

But this shit is not a game, ain't playing cards, ain't playing spades

If you want it, then come get it, all these chances, all this space

All that yappin and talking shit, I put the five in a ho face

And bitches know I ain't never through

And y'all talking about getting kham like, what the fuck can that hoe do

Keep on lying on the P, that defamation, I'm gon' sue

And we know what happened, in the snow like bitch kham beat who?

They sense a bad bitch through the door

And I ain't gotta lift a finger, know Jfour gon' smack a hoe

And all this pape shit on the floor

Bitches wanna cause a scene, old SBG gon' make a show

Just wait until this rap shit blow

Bih got over cooking pockets talm bout big ol rolls of dough

Queen manifesting on a hoe

So y'all know what I'm gon' call this here, guess this a flex flow