Lyrics
I’m flexin', I’m flexin'
I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga
I’m flexin', I’m flexin'
I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga
Pull up in a Panamera, mean muggin' like a animal
These suckers got me mad, at the bank is when I’m glad
From Oakland, California, look crazy and I’m on ya
This shit is not the game, give two fucks about the fame!
Whoever to pertain my motherfuckin' name
He was hit by a sniper, damn that was a shame
Mamma Shoulda told 'em not to fuck with that man
IP address is easily attained
No need for a game, fat lady had sane
I’m so, so resilient, learn to move in silence
They want no guidance, they only want violence
And I tried to act civilized, but fuck the Nobel Peace Prize!
I’m flexin', I’m flexin'
I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga
I’m flexin', I’m flexin'
I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga
Aw yeah
I’m flexin', no problem and them bad little bitches I got 'em
Been flexin' since I learned to count money and the grind don’t stop we keep
runnin'
Spaz so crazy, she ugly, gettin' bread now all the birds comin'
Street shit try futuristic, I’m flexin like bro tryna kick it
One car, sly flexin', bet cha man gon answer that question
Is he real? I ain’t even gotta question, had fake and real shit and ain’t
pressed it
Been with hittas in the streets man, been in strips gone for the weekend
Gone off the base, she peekin', goon in the bushes, he peekin'
Ain’t even slept through the weekend, trap still off from the weekend
Ain’t got room for the bullshit, now a days niggas like pussy
Blowin' Ground Kush in the two seat, bad lil thang that’s a Bambi
I said blowin' on Kush in the two seat, bad lil bitch that’s a Bambi, yeah
I’m flexin', I’m flexin'
I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga
I’m flexin', I’m flexin'
I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga
I do not play with Maarks, I play in the dark
Skin them like a car breed out the fuckin' harb
I was behind bars, now I’m shinin' light
The motherfuckin', motherfuckin', motherfuckin' stars
Got bodies on my soul, give a fuck about a troll
Don’t play with me Jack, I stay with the yak
I’d never go back, nothin' less than fat stacks
Kali Muscle is the truth nigga, I’m livin' proof nigga
I play for keys, not playin' with you creeps
My name is Grim Reap, pussies got to go to sleep
No room for Roody Poo, send them swimmin' in this booth
I’m not playin' boy, crush you like a toy!
I’m flexin', I’m flexin'
I’m flexin', I’m flexin', nigga
