Yeah
Show. Ohio
*Clears Throat**
[Verse 1]
Wrist Check, Flex Check, bouta Blow my next check/
The Movement Quarterback, you ain't ever gonna Sak Me/
Hacky, Hack my computer for some leaked sh**/
Her a** real soft, but I never keep a weak b**h/
Hoe I'm just enjoying the ride/
Feet up, beat up blowing smoke in my Jordan 5s/
Heat Up Tree Bruh, I'm trying to get in the skies/
But I'm always myself, remain that even with the wealth/
I'm the Truth in the booth, best believe I spit that cold sh**/
My Rap book is crack cook, Right Overs Your Stove b**h/
Oh sh**, Listening to this is like a dope hit/
Even if I lost my camera, wouldn't lose focus/
Cheese, but these rats are not eating/
These other rap n***as just not competing/
n***as sweat as eating sundaes listening to the weeknd/
On the Weekend while they n***as tuck the sheet in pause/
And My Diamonds ain't familiar with yalls/
Because my diamonds ain't familiar with flaws/
And Yo b**h, she ain't familiar with walls/
Cause she don't even get to see the crib my nig we in the car/
I'm cuddled with a couple of models going full throttle in that Mera' 911 I flex like I hit the lotto/
Because I'm rich(broke), I don't worry about sh** yet/
Ain't worried about a piss test, Mary she's my girlfriend/
But I use her like my mistress/
f** all that "Bro" sh** we ain't cool, No gay incest/
My only interest is how to make big checks and then flex/
Harder than you n***as, lil smarter than you n***as/
Jordans on, thats a pair of Sean Carter for you n***as/
Boy I'm Yae's 2nd coming, 20 bars and still running/
I told her back that a** up and you can skip all the fronting/
I know you up in college and that bread you gotta work for it/
But I gotta $100 dollars hoe, why wouldn't you twerk for it/
Why wouldn't you twerk for it? (You Probably would twerk for it hoe) b**h don't even deny/
If not you'd probably go broke and have to apply for Devry/
Coming live from the east side, ain't sh** sweet no nehi/
At Sweet spot we outside sipping mystic key lime/
[Hook]
(x4)
Oh sh**, listening to this is like a dope hit/
Ri-Ri-Right over your Stove b**h/
[Verse 2:]
You n***as better, break bread before I break legs/
f** around put your whole damn career up on its neck/
Its me, Cap Flex, at the same address/
So Girl you know just where to come to get out of that dress/
(Uh)
Hi my name is Showmann baby Girl I like to Flex a little/
I might ask for p**y even tho we only text a little/
Girl don't be offended sh** thats just the way I live it/
Ain't no lies up in my raps, all my pictures are real vivid/
As if you could've been there, in that casual menswear/
Section on the bench chillin, in that Saks 5th boutique/
You Playing Chicken with a Mack Truck boy you better grab your cleats/
Cuz we don't play no f**ing games, unless we playing them for keeps/
Hoe
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I'd rather spit something that got a purpose, Showmann in the booth I'm always putting work in/
So many n***as getting deals and don't even be worth it/
So when I make it to the top, know that I deserve it/
Damn baby that a** is nice, tell me whats your asking price/
Girl do I really gotta ask you twice or you gon let me smash tonight/
Eating all these beats and I ain't even had no appetite/
Hastags lies told in my raps, I'm trying to take everybody's slice/
No Kimbo, blue timbs hoe, I got lil n***as that will pop you like a pimple/
For some Retros, That simple, they banging like some cymbals, with they kinfolk, over heavy ba** instrumentals/
And I'm doing my absolute best to not come off so sedimental/
Homie Trust God, Work Hard and do not talk to Carl Winslows/
Got my leg up on the wall, Ilthy bookbag full of Demo's/
TME up in the house, even tho I don't got Metro b**h/
DEAD