​​flexin but im #stressin’ lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm flexin', yeah, buy designer when I'm stressin', yeah
I just be countin' the fetty, yeah
Why is this b*tch acting so petty? Yeah

[Verse]
But do I know, I don't know
Ice on my neck, I'm too cold
Telephone, we tote poles, I got Margiela, I'm putting it on, yeah
Boy you not up, boy, just check up the score
That's not yo' b*tch, go check your whore
They ask if I got them checks, of course
Put that bih', yeah, then I'm out and I'm stacking up, you not rich
Where the f*ck is your racks, in my fit?
Yeah, my fit is so rad, and I whip
Yeah, and I whip on some cash, and I know, I be makin' them mad, yeah
f*ck it, we pourin' Bacardi, walk in the room, I'm the life of the party, yeah
Pullin' up late like I'm tardy, yeah
Push to start, don't need no car key, yeah
Them b*tches ain't show me no love, in highschool I was getting dumped
Now she tryna see me in the club, but really, I don't give a f*ck
Yeah, had to do this on my own
My bros they [?] in the cone
I'm smoking some' good, and I'm gone, I'm ready, I'm ready to go
I need to see them zeroes, I need 0's, yeah, I'm rocking that show
Yeah, in the fast car in the 6 speed, yeah, yeah
My b*tch, she too pretty, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm flexin', buy-buy designer when I'm stressin', yeah
I just be countin' the fetty, yeah
Why-why is this b*tch acting so petty? Yeah