Flexin’ On My Ex lyrics

[Verse 1]
b*tch you know I'm cookin'
In the trap I'm movin'
Flippin' [?] like nothing
I'm sippin' robo-toxin
'Cause [?] groovin'
Smokin' on a cuban
b*tch I'm never losing
I'm day by day improving
f*cking on that b*tches
Instagram and pictures
I don't f*ck with b*tches
I'm geekin' to that b*tches
Your b*tch look some speechless
But she look delicious
If i get that business
[?]
[Chorus]
Pull up in the all white coupe
Flexin' on my ex
You know all my hunnids blue
My pocket so depressed
Backwoods in the f*cking zip
Smoke that heavy sh*t
Don't think you can thrill with me
If you don't got fatty, b*tch (Yeah, ayy)
[Verse 2]
I can't trust [?] f*cking soul
Please, dont tryna find me sh*t
I was chillin' on the block
Pistol on my f*cking hip
Bunch up [?]
Please don't try to play me kid
Sixty-nine i know my sh*t
(?) leave me alone
Can't f*ck with that nasty b*tch
Get my f*ckin' pockets [?]
I'm tryna make another flip
I finnesed [?] racks
I just played you like a b*tch
Your b*tch want me 'cause im rich
Sixty-nine [?]
[Chorus]
Pull up in the all white coupe
Flexin' on my ex
You know all my hunnids blue
My pocket so depressed
Backwoods in the f*cking zip
Smoke that heavy sh*t
Don't think you can thrill with me
If you don't got fatty, b*tch (Yeah, ayy)