Released on April 28, 2015

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[Intro]

B-B-Big Los on the track, boy!


[Chorus]

Flexin' with your bitch, yeah, I know that I'm the shit (Skrr)

We're running through this shit, bitch, five digits on the check

Sippin' on the Tech, yeah, my kidneys with the shits (Hahaha)

Oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it

Flexin' with your bitch, yeah, I know that I'm the shit (Skrr)

We're running through this shit, bitch, five digits on the check

Sippin' on the Tech, yeah, my kidneys with the shits (Hahaha)

Oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it


[Verse 1]

Thirty forties poppin' now

Pinch you in your damn hometown

Can't pull out, I'm passing out

And wake me up, I'm stuntin' now (Skrr)

Beamer engine burning now

Swisher blunt some action now

Euro clothes, and I'ma smush and dick 'em down and kick 'em out

Smash, we gon' smash

Burning blunts, we don't smoke glass (Nah)

What you want? Smoking strong

Got your bitch down to her thong (Hahaha)

Windows down, choppers up

Greaser boy, you outta luck

We gon' catch you, light, ignite you

Rat ass bitch gon' look like Raichu

We don't duck, give no fucks, middle fingers up to cops

Blonde hair, I'm super drunk, hotboxing armored trucks

What you want? Looking dumb, jugg the trap, we do for fun

Pistols holding up your tongue

This dick gon' get your ho so sprung

Rolling through this shit, gon' got my bank out counterfeit (Skrr)

Got a fifth inside my Swisher, we finessin' out this shit

Camo'd down, I got my bitch, trappin', rappin' got me rich

If you with it then I'm with, let's go do some badass shit

Yes, I'm rich as shit (Yeah), my main hoe tweaking bitch (Bitch)

A thirty in the hammer, we gon' get this one all handled (Hahaha)

'Bout it, bitch, I said "let's go," downing Bailey's, moving slow

Pussy boy, I know you is, I really, really know you is

Never gave no fucks, dropped out ninth grade and now I'm global

Got a fifth inside my soda, switching lanes, I crash my Rover

And she geekin', yeah she geekin'

Why the fuck my bitch stay geekin'?

I'm the reason, been the reason, yeah, my bitch can't even see me


[Chorus]

Flexin' with your bitch, yeah, I know that I'm the shit (Skrr)

We're running through this shit, bitch, five digits on the check

Sippin' on the Tech, yeah, my kidneys with the shits (Hahaha)

Oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it

Flexin' with your bitch, yeah, I know that I'm the shit (Skrr)

We're running through this shit, bitch, five digits on the check

Sippin' on the Tech, yeah, my kidneys with the shits (Hahaha)

Oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it


[Verse 2]

My momma said, "stop juggin'," said she really, really worried

Threw herself a couple hundreds, now the shit a different story

Chewin Xans, been the man, fuck a bitch, can't trust no bitch

In my pockets, couple grand, in my Swisher, couples grams (Skrr)

Flexin' on a bitch, don't even let her suck my dick

Bathing Ape, it be my sweater, bloody ink on my love letter

If you try me, givin' medals, swear to God I'm going mental

Pussy rot, the mouth so gentle

Reynolds bitch, stay in your kennel (Hahahaha)

Thumper tucked, I'm in this shit

Breaking hearts, some dreamboat shit

Squad out when we stomp your shit

No time for shit, we taking shit

Twitter thuggin', what it do?

Just make one call, they out for you

Fifty shells, get stuck like glue

Can no bitch ever make me drool

Going up, no going down

I swear to God, we made it now

Trasher tees my Dapper dream

Oh, Satan won't you hang with me?

Wavy pussy, sailor's dream

Gone off lean, I slowly breathe

Model bitch, she fuck with me, I dog 'em raw, fuck STD's