can i flex

can i flex for a minute

whole lotta syrup with a little sprite in it

black coupe with the windows tinted

big bankroll ya'll know i get it

eyes low and the weed smoke thick

pretty white boy how he be so rich

big blunts of the primo shit

push more weight than pacino did

i don't need no shit

ya'll bust back bouta reload quick

got pussy i don't need your bitch

finna tape your girl on some tivo shit

brokeboys on some freeload shit

keep ya'll money i don't need no tip

pulled up in the freak show whip

ballin out hard on some free throw shit

can i flex for a minute

can i flex for a minute

ah yeah

can i flex for a minute

uh

yeah

can i flex for a minute

yeah

run through the city in my bmw

i do whatever i want to do

i'm something special bitch

i am not one of you

i'm moving that weight in my running shoes

no i do not like your attitude

meeting with me don't expect any gratitude boy

i ain't have a choice

gettin this money just something i had to do

sippin on syrup and soda

i'm tryna set me a quota

shawty she know i'm a baller

blowin a blunt with your bitch in the whip

got your bitch in the rover ay

i'm with the shit

thumb through a band with a blunt to my lip

dumpin the clip

i'm equipped with a stick

got that drank in my cup

45 on my hip

beautiful to see

i'm doing beautifully

and all you rappers tryna do as good as me

i'm smokin buddha cheese and kickin up my feet

i'm rollin up with doja to a swisher sweet

and none you pussy rappers do as good as me