How to Flex Lyrics

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 fuck 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