How to Flex

Damn, Donny made this Uh, uh Ran up a bag Okay, let me teach you how to flex At the set Lencis on you know I'm breaking necks, no regrets When I touch a bag the only thing on my mind is what come next Feel like DJ Khaled, we keep on running this shit up, we the best Shooter only hitting headshots, ain't no need to wear a vest I be flexing in some Prada drip, I caught you up in Guess Only on my phone to get that money, lil' bitch I don't wanna text If you trying to talk that shit lil' bro just say it with your chest Hold on, private life, expensive shit Trackhawk, expensive whip He was talking shit we shot at his car, no those ain't dents in it Lil' bro thought he done bought some Perc but that shit it got fent in it And that bag, lil' bitch, I'm meant to get Touching M's you can't see a tenth of it When I blow up they won't catch me lacking Ride in bulletproof whips just like the president, uh Worked my ass off for this bag so no shit I'm gon' be flexing it, yeah No I ain't not hesitant My new whip is elegant, uh They talking that shit, I don't give no fucks just like I'm celibate, yeah New checks, that I'm destined to chase SRT, I'm best in the race Thought the opps might see us so I'm flexing in case Rock 'lenciaga, used to be checking the J's Hold on, what the f*ck lil' bro said to the jakes Fake shit, I'm stepping away No Asics, Prada I'm stepping today He hating send him to heaven today Get out my face you fucking lame, don't wanna hear shit Lil' bro a fake, no you can't fucking relate to my lyrics Hit the dash on the jakes, raise the stakes SRT I fucking steer it Why you hate, it's okay Because that bag I'm fucking near it Uh, uh Michigan baby but I still ball like I'm LeBron James Pistol on my side I let it blow just like I'm John Wayne S0K0 he been snapping, finna blow just like the bomb, bang Bitch I ride on tracks every fucking day like we on trains Lil' bro claim he balling, put up zero just like Andre New package came in, I think my new Louis Vuitton came With my brothers it's like seven of us like we Ban's gang This shit way too easy, eat this beat up like a entrée Uh, said you really 'bout it, is you down to walk the tight rope Bro said he a rapper, catch the mic and then he might choke Bitch I keep that strap 24/7 like a dike hoe Burning out some tires, all you see is fucking white smoke Moncleezy on, two thousand for a light coat Chop got a laser, at the top it got a nice scope Try to run up you gon' end like Luke when the ice broke Strap on my side, I don't really need to fight folks