Feat. Mibbs
(Verse)
Dudes swear they flexin' till they learn they lesson
Constant jury go on yo fake a** necklace
What you callin' thrill n***a, we call reckless
If you bring that sh** right here, you get disrespected
I don't care, I eat corny muthaf**as up fo' breakfast
It's you, b**h you with and every n***a on yo guest list
Down boy, broke boy, leave that mon' sh** alone, boy
Must be sniffin' that coke, boy
That's a 300, not a Rolls Royce
We in person, you sound nervous
You ain't eatin', you mad nursed
p**y moist, pop is heavy
You ain't ready, you couch surfin'
These n***as ain't flexin' reals
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These n***as ain't gettin' no mail
No bricks, no digital scale
No dope and no piff for sale
What the f** are you flexin' fo'?
Wait, here's a suggestion, yo
Take a .9, put it to yo mind
Pull the trigger, don't let it go