Flexin & Finnesin! Lyrics

Flexing and finessing bitch I'm boutta get this bread

Flexing and finessing bitch I'm gonna get this cash

Mixing up the wocky with my Fanta oh

When she see me in the club my diamonds dancing oh

That boy keep on talking we gon see about it

AK in the backseat and my brodie blasting

Why they started doubting when i started rapping?

I'll just cut off all the fake yeah that's a little fraction

Yeah they see that I'm winning again

Had to switch my swag yeah go get in my bag yeah

Had to run my stacks up count them bands up

Momma told me chill but I've been living faster

Underneath my belt I got a glocky on my -

Pussy boy keep talking please don't go end your life

I seen good people turned bad really plenty of times

Against my ghosts and my demons they put up a fight

Yeah they put a fight (Life of a young flexer)

I just wanna go live my life

Flexing and finessing bitch I'm boutta get this bread

Flexing and finessing bitch I'm gonna get this cash

Mixing up the wocky with my Fanta oh

When she see me in the club my diamonds dancing oh

That boy keep on talking we gon see about it

AK in the backseat and my brodie blasting

Why they started doubting when i started rapping?

I'll just cut off all the fake yeah that's a little fraction

Put it up tell a nigga put it up

Tell him put your guns up get your bands up

With some bad bitches and they all some dancers

I'm too fucking high i don't got time for guessing

Flexing and finessing bitch I'm boutta get this bread

Flexing and finessing bitch I'm gonna get this cash

Mixing up the wocky with my Fanta oh

When she see me in the club my diamonds dancing oh

That boy keep on talking we gon see about it

AK in the backseat and my brodie blasting

Why they started doubting when i started rapping?

I'll just cut off all the fake yeah that's a little fraction