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Show 'em, baby How you flex and make it shake All that back and pretty face Girl, I'm tryna get a taste I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape Show 'em, baby How you flex and make it shake All that back and pretty face Girl, I'm tryna get a taste I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape Show 'em baby How you flex and make it bounce Make it drop it's getting hot Should we be waking up the house? Fuck it keep it up I know you love it when you're loud But if we hear the door knocking We can't make another sound Love my bruddas that's for life I know my family got me Couple bitches, couple haters Couple bands are on me Leave me be I live my life with fucking cameras on me Do my thing I'm setting pace go tell a man to stop me Couple bruddas got a job A couple buy and sell Grew up sliding round in north Manny you can kinda tell If you see me with a girl My chick be looking fly as well Louis V crepes and the belt but the bag's Chanel Had a rest and then I had to step the levels up Got it in my head that I'm the best so I ain't stressing much I ain't on the fake shit so I ain't gonna beg for love Gally love me anyway Big Shelley and I wet it up Show 'em, baby How you flex and make it shake All that back and pretty face Girl, I'm tryna get a taste I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape Show 'em, baby How you flex and make it shake All that back and pretty face Girl, I'm tryna get a taste I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape She tellin' me I'm fly for a white boy (Yeah) They want static; I'ma give 'em white noise (Ha) Ladies love my style, oi They be tryna get me all inside I eat the cookie, not the cake, baby I ain't catching typhoid (Ha) Me and my boys We know how to turn it up I see some people hating on the kid I see 'em burning up So word 'em up, don't get mad at me 'Cause you don't earn enough (Ching) I'm chasin' up the green and when I leave I smoke that purple stuff Like, like I'm stepping up to the cheddar If they say they wantin' spice then I hit the beat with the pepper Got a booty in my right hand and Guinness all in my left And if she dancing like a weapon Then we gon' leave here together (Yeah) Throw it back, bust it open, that's a vibe Got her sounding like a Catholic The way she talking to Christ (Ha) If they telling you I ain't one of the best, that's a lie Straight from Manny out to Aussie I'm a legend till I die, like what Show 'em, baby How you flex and make it shake All that back and pretty face Girl, I'm tryna get a taste I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape Show 'em, baby How you flex and make it shake All that back and pretty face Girl, I'm tryna get a taste I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape They know who's who (Who) When I step up in the place Girls want to have a taste Pigs want me in a cage I face paint her face But I'm not a MUA Then I'm back to making papes Money making like ace If we're talking who's the realest Let me show 'em who's the realest I got real fucking drillers Cousin doing double digits And I'm still doing figures And I'm still with the hitters And I'm still sending presents For my brothers through visit Come a long way from the sinnin' Now I'm winnin' Doin' eetswa and I'm livin' Gucci print from the flippin' Now the pattern fits different I use card for the billin' Shoutout when I'm in the building (We got Hefs in the building) Ayy, any opp can get a taste Any time, any place Feeling handsome with the hand thing on my waist You got a boyfriend? That's okay I'm feeling petty with the wap Tell him come my way, ayy Show 'em, baby How you flex and make it shake All that back and pretty face Girl, I'm tryna get a taste I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape Show 'em, baby How you flex and make it shake All that back and pretty face Girl, I'm tryna get a taste I'm just bopping give a fuck who's in the place Gucci buckle with a snake but my hoodie looking bape
Writer(s): Mustafa Armando Ibrahim Omer, James Terence Murray, Harrison James Armstrong, Jacob Daniel Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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