Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Get the drugs from the store, ayy
Then I'm with the guys I got swishers I got papers, ayy
We be getting high with the lean and with the Xans now
I'ma touch the sky, where your mans
Where your mans, I'ma send him to the sky
I finesse, I finesse, that's yo' bitch we had sex
We don't call, we don't text
She got down and gave me neck
Fuck her then its to the next, ayy
All I do is flex, ayy
All I do is flex, ayy
All I do is flex
All my n***as getting high, we higher than a bitch
Boy I swear you see that plane, well I'm flyer than that shit
I got shit you can't pronounce, I got shit that's super rich
N***as talking hella shit until I pop off like a zit, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, boy I'm flexin' in this bitch, ayy, ayy
You get slammed like its Tekken in this bitch, ayy, ayy
Boy I swear I be flexin' in this bitch, ayy, ayy
You get slammed like its Tekken in this bitch, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Off a Xan in this bitch ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Hold on, ayy, ayy, ayy
I may fuck yo bitch and pass her to my friend
We had a baby in Mercedes so I call her Benz
And all my n***as going crazy we be countin' bands
I'm bout to snooze on this bitch cause I pop a Xan
I got a yellow one, white one, gray one, rainbow
Pull up to the scene, with that shit like its Rambo
I swear I got that shit for your grand folks
Leave yo ass red on the street like its Elmo
Open you like Sesame, bitch I got the recipe
I got all these chains, gold grills, call me Master P
Everything is art mother fucker fucking masterpiece
N***as talking dumb 'til I run up, a catastrophe
I'ma run a check like I'm Usain, ayy
Sick jays on my fleet call them Flu Games, ayy
N***as wanna talk stupid till they die today, yeah
Run up in yo crib and make yo momma cry today, ayy
I am too real I could never lie today, ayy, ayy, ayy
I be flexin' in this bitch, I be flexin', yeah
I can never lie today, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I be flexin' in this bitch, I be flexin' in this bitch, ayy
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That's your bitch, why she over here?
Make her disappear
Red coat, no Paul Revere, get 'em outta here
I'm the man, ballin' over broad, no Cavalier
And I swear I'm the fuckin' man, can't you fuckin' hear?
Yeah, I be zooted in my zone and I can't lie, ayy
Look up in the sky, 'cause I'm that fuckin' high, ayy
I may fuck your bitch, I leave her, then she cry, ayy
Run up and that shit like...