FLEXIN N' FLASHIN (Remix)

I put my foot on the gas, take off I cannot let these boys pass me Make a move and the scene gone get nasty He get jammed since he wanna be flashy Keep a shooter on deck, tell him, "blast him" So you already know he gon' blast him Mario bros smash' em He get hit with that glock if he back him I hit that shit, hold the neck A chest shot'll will break out his back Smoking dope in the back of the back Got a glock wit' a tec round the neck It's no warnings he talk he get stretched Ion like when they talk out they neck If we comin' we comin' correct Nah if we comin' we comin' with straps, facts Bro throwing bullets he getting you picked off Receive the pack like we just got the kick off Shout out to Yola no Clifford that's big dawg Won't fuck ya' bitch 'cause she don't get my dick hard Quick to spin right down your block No mask on, throw coupla shots Hit 'em up, ain't talkin' 2pac Lift 'em up, yes you can get rocked I do my dance on that hoe Throwing ones while she dance on the pole I hit that shit on the low, sike I hit that shit with my bro Kick her out, that bitch gotta go She gone make me late for my show And she loving the way that I flow I'm hot, bitch drop and roll (Ah) Get with me I'm catching vibes from Silly They know I ride with killas And them killas know I get busy Facts it gets wicked and they know I stay on my pivot Make a move and I swear you go missin' Where he at, he swim with the fishes I'm in the trap with a bad bitch Get the pack and we flip it, no back flip She doing tricks, gymnastics He get jammed, start flexing and flashing My niggas spin and cause madness All y'all niggas bitches and cappin' When we hit ya' block it get tragic All jokes to the side we ain't laughing I'm in the trap with a bad bitch Get the pack and we flip it, no back flip She doing tricks, gymnastics He get jammed, start flexing and flashing My niggas spin and cause madness All y'all niggas bitches and cappin' When we hit ya' block it get tragic All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' I Fucked the bitch once, then I passed it (Bye) My boys do the job with a passion (Bah) They shoot the gun once, then they pass it (Fly, yeah, yeah) Extended clips, no more on my way (Whoa) Need a drum because .30s, they average Stay with a dime, my bitch, she not average (Oh) So much money, these niggas can't match it (Not whoa) Look at all of this guap we havin' (Yeah) So much money, these niggas can't match it (Yeah) He so broke, light a blunt with some matches I remember we slept, dirty mattress (Damn) On that beat made your girl just got dancin' (Yeah) Hit my shoulder, we coolin', relaxin' (Yeah) She keep twerkin', I look at her backend (Yeah) Because that girl keep tryin' get my bag in (Bee, let's get it) Foreign my whips, and I slide in Philly (Philly) And I got a lil' bitch, that's my diamond filling (Fillin') Man, her ass is so dumb and she kinda silly (Silly) Told her my name was "Richard, The Master Mille" (Mille) Yeah, this Bugatti cost way more than a milli (Milli) I'm in Nawf and my pockets got half a milli (Milli) Watch her know where what my laugh is My boy in the cut just like T-Bop because my neck is so chilly I'm in the trap with a bad bitch Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' (Uh) She doin' tricks, gymnastics He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' (Uh) My niggas spin it, cause madness All y'all niggas bitches and cappin' When we hit your block, it get tragic All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Uh) I'm in the trap with a bad bitch Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' She doin' tricks, gymnastics He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' My niggas spin it, cause madness All y'all niggas bitches and cappin' When we hit your block, it get tragic All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' Hold on, hold on, hold on Yeah, gang shit, every day we mobbin' We he say I fell off, I don't Feel me, I'm just dustin' a lil' rust off, you hear me? Hold on, hold on, uh Step back, get hit like a rocket, pop it I'm smokin' dope with my partner Feet up, eatin' noodles, no lobster (No lobster) Fuck want, nigga? You can get shot up King dawg, swing dreads, no Rasta (Rasta) My dawg Meer still king, Mufasa Do my dance on that bitch with a choppa (With a choppa) Like a bike with no brakes, you can't stop us Hold up, hold up Bro, shoot that shit up, they don't know us (No, bruh) Got a Glock with a laser, come show up (Come show up) Got a shooter on deck with a pole tucked Saw that nigga in person, he froze up (Froze up) The hollows had lit that man soul up (Soul up) Hit that shit by they neck and they know us (Know us) Smoking dope in the back of the Rover I'm in the trap with a bad bitch Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' (Uh) She doin' tricks, gymnastics He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' (Uh) My niggas spin it, cause madness All y'all niggas bitches and cappin' When we hit your block, it get tragic All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Uh) I'm in the trap with a bad bitch Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' She doin' tricks, gymnastics He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' My niggas spin it, cause madness All y'all niggas bitches and cappin' When we hit your block, it get tragic All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'