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Gang
Step on shit bitch
Young niggas popping our shit
Lit turnt paid so im fucking that bitch
Trapped in the booth and im loving this shit
Flex with

ballistic I'm acting a fool
(Beat that thing up) like a pro (Now, now)
Put on a show (Now, now)
Take off the clothes (Now, now)
Baby let's go now, now
Oh baby

turrets  
Bet that bitch don't know my name
Boot up king made her pop a bean 
Pull up in masi, I flex on your scene 
Diamonds dancing on my wrist yea they

I'm out here working steady tryna get check 
You look perplexed 
It ain't no need to even to flex you know I'm next 
Been a vet 
All that music that

niggas be broke
They still tryna flex
Lil Kay B walked in with that 9
Goin' Ballistic
She wanna fuck with a rich nigga, nah man
I told her go lick dick
In

with legends, my kids still putting out worse shit
I'm teaching these lessons, you burnt bitch
The swag that I flex, I earned this
All my pockets

the assist (Yea)
See why the boy never miss, yea yea yea yea
(Yea yea yea) Year two went ballistic (Ballistic)
Go check my statistics (Statistics)
2020 don't

I had got my feet wet
Cali nigga from the west
Now the beast in the east
Still throwing up finesse

Bitch I be moving turrets 
It’s me in the flesh

be bugging 
I be buddin
In my bag sometimes
Girl secure it
Spit like turret 
Band up the bands 
I'm
Breaking bread with my brothers
Eatin good
Lunch

and thick then I’m in it 
Keep it poppin' to the eye
 verses flex so much from the spinach 
Wake up Fam
Get Up Fam
We Got moves to make 
I am not fooled I got

gotta flex, you really thought I was a fool?

Got you confused!

Really
Really, really
Really

Don't talk about loving a fucking hoe
Or loving plucking

gotta flex, you really thought I was a fool?

Got you confused!

Really
Really, really
Really

Don't talk about loving a fucking hoe
Or loving plucking

shit steep no splits like 
A duplex condo 

Suplex em down just like rondo
New text from my ex i'm gone ho
New checks i'ma flex like pronto
Used to sit

it pack up in the drain
I just got some new weight so watch a nigga flex
Bitch I'm higher than the sky smoking on a jet
Sending hits just like the jets

Taught myself I know what's best
Knew i swallowed up the stress
Took a cross and burned my neck
Gaze at currents what's up next
Shoot like turrets if you

from Shameless for the money
Aiming for the money
Got it raining money I flex
Itchin twitching I got money turrets
Life a gamble I got money to bet
Aye
I

Talk a lot of sh!t, code name turrets
Master of the Funk you don't wanna Flex
Call me King Pen cause I Ink well
Built a following and call it clientele

thats why I'm always trying to grow
Flusty goin crazy I can see it on his nose
Tarzan in this bitch and I seen him with your hoe
Bam got turrets he thinks

the best, pot reeks on his breath, God please stop me got ski on the desk
Got beef copy no reason to flex don't leech on my neck don't preach I'ma wreck
I

upset
Oh you mad, oh you big and mad
When it come to this I don’t stress
Watch a nigga flex
You know it
You know it
Going for bliss
Thru my ballistic

realistic
From the K-Town district, the boy go ballistic
Ain't no missus, killer hisses
Snakey shit, got me way, way reckless
Flex her, she my bad bitch,

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Ona mi spamuje, czemu jej nie odpisuje?
Mała,

Step out wid a bang again, bad again
Full money to di money bag again
Touch di tar
Flex some bad bitch on di banger dem
Man face don't give a fuck