Flex lyrics

[Intro]
(Frost)

[Verse 1: Lil Boof]
Got gold on my neck and my motherf*ckin' wrist
My diamonds they shinin’ like they be sunkissed
My .40'll spit like a motherf*ckin' lisp
I flip on my [?] p*ss
Copped the new Gucci then went to Givenchy, put racks on my feet just to walk on yo’ grave
f*ck on yo' b*tch 'cause her ass is a slave
Kick her ass out, leave her ass in a daze
Smokin' that gas got my ass in a haze
f*ckin' up twelve, hit they ass with the tase'
[?] f*ck her ass for the days
High as a b*tch eatin' Frito with Lays
Flexin' on up, no this sh*t not no phase
Used to be broke, I remember them days
Runnin’ up checks, now I’m gettin' a raise
Smokin’ [?] blunt, goin' out in a blaze

[Verse 2: Izaya Tiji]
Yeah, keep ya' lil' head up boy
We pull up then put you on a stretcher lil’ boy
Yeah, keep that bible on me like a pastor lil' boy
He ain't really 'bout that sh*t, boy, he a capper lil' boy
I was in the box, I was finna get 3 years, ayy
I was stayin' solid, my n*gga was sheddin' tears
Yeah, deuce, I drop a deuce, what the f*ck is a beer? Yeah
Damn I was too cold so I came in with the 'cler, yeah
Ooh, jumpin' n*ggas 'cause we should, yeah
Yeah, boof pack on me, nuggets bigger than a bear, yeah
Lil Boof got you, if you want it he gon' get it
Yeah, if he want some smoke, just do it, keep it chicken
Yeah, I'm off like five Percs and a lil' bit of Ac-y
Yeah, laughin' at these n*ggas, ha-ha-ha, they so wacky
Yeah, white b*tch with me, got some ass but she tacky
Yeah, runnin' to the bank, ain't no capping
[Outro]
Blick (b*tch)