Writer's Block 2! Lyrics

She say she love me get lit

No needa flex on it, but I'm gonna flex on it

Yeah I'm gon flex on it

Fuck up a check on it

Should I spend a band on some ricks?

Yea I'm gon flex on it

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Give you what you want baby, give you what you need

Youngin but I'm still a g and always be keeping it p

Matter fact I'mma keep it a buck, make them racks and we stacking it up

You know twin that he love him some sluts, hit the club now we gon fuck it up

Ah Ah Ah

(Racks on me motherfucking fluid)

I tell my lil bro to get it, and never to worry bout me

On my own know I'm gonna get rich, I might tweak if I pop me a bean

Always gonna go 100 percent, all these niggas be worried bout me

Yeah they copy my swag and they jacking my flows

That bitch get on my nerves I'mma bring her home

And I like the get high it puts me in my zone

Lately been in that mode

She say she love me get lit

No needa flex on it, but I'm gonna flex on it

Yeah I'm gon flex on it

Fuck up a check on it

Should I spend a band on some ricks?

Yea I'm gon flex on it

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Used to wanna put gun to brain I done dealt with so much pain

I'mma just keep it 100, I'm that nigga

Chopper on me gon be busting yea I pull the trigger

Tell my lil twin that I love her I won't put no one above her

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

Racks on me motherfucking fluid

(The end)