Vent (Flex Freestyle)

Federal

Federal

Federal

Three times, ugh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You already know when I get in that muh' it's over

Yeah

Hey, hey

Can I be real? ('Bout what?)

Can I vent? (What?)

I got some **** tryna test my gangster

Like I ain't built for this shit (Like I ain't with it)

I got different bitches texting my phone

Talking about time we ain't spent (Hold up, hol', hold up)

I went and bought my mama a new home

For times we couldn't pay the rent (I remember that)

If I get caught with this dope and the gun

You know much time I'ma get? (What?)

I'm on some federal shit (Fed)

I'm rolling the weed and popping some beans

So I'm on some medical shit (I'm on some drugs)

She playing with the pussy, won't give to me

Say she on some celibate shit

The same hoe fuckin' city

Now she on some playing-innocent shit

Heard they gon' take my chain

Word of mouth (These **** ain't talkin' 'bout shit)

Since I got fame, **** feelin' left out

(I don't owe nobody shit, though)

You wanna try but you know what I'm 'bout

(Yeah, you know what'd happen)

I'm with the gang they gon' air this bitch out

Ay, you **** can be sitting right in my face

And you still couldn't see me (You like Stevie)

I drop a four and then pour me an eight

All you see is drank when I pee-pee

I'm rocking a quarter milly worth of jewelry

These diamonds they shining they VV

I got your bitch in the bathroom

Oh boy, we fuckin' like Nico and Mimi

I went hard with it

Way that I beat it up I could catch me a DV (A charge)

Them hitters'll shake your spot right now

If I point my finger like I'm ET (Extra Terrestrial)

I ain't gon' lie I'm addicted I'm sprung

I put the Act in the Fiji (Act' in some water)

I'm smoking 'thrax, my swag to the max

I'm young and fly no DC

**** ain't getting money so they target Moneybagg, yeah

Bitches in they feelings 'cause I left 'em in the past, yeah

I'm draped in designer, one thing you can't buy is swag, yeah

Ain't talking 'bout no sprint but I ran up that money fast yeah

My **** like them crash money

Just secure that bag money

Fifty on the Glock

If you run up, then you a crash dummy

I wake up and blow a bag

Just spent two stacks on sneakers

Smoking loud on speakers

Counting money, yeah, I'm about the cheese, Velveeta

She like, "'Bagg, you triflin'"

'Cause I asked to bring her head in this two-seater

She tryna hang, tossed it with the whole gang

Put her in a half like the meter, hey

They say I got ghost writers

**** come up with anything, shit pitiful

Hold up, you lookin' at the superior

The choppa knock out his interior

I'm tryna get me some extras

I was fucked up had to scratch 'em

I don't need ****, I scrape it off

I just play chess not checkers (I'm in the kitchen)

Pop a pill then I sip on some yellow

Now I'm scratching like I got eczema

I was fucked up had to get back

She fucked my **** for some get back

**** texting where his bitch at

To my number, how he get that?

All the people didn't wanna fuck with me then

I made them regret that (Bitch)

Nike, I'm like "Where the check at? (Huh?)

Keep grinding, ****, bet that