[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]

Aye, they gave me one year, a nigga blew up

Least round my neighborhood bruh

Gave me two twins fell in love with both of em'

Nurse Joy, Nurse Joy, bitch I'm Brock strapped up

And I gotta catch em' all, I'm a Pokemon breeder

Fucked ya' bitch fuck boy

Feel the weight of the chopper on my shoulder like I'm Blastoise

Me and little blondie smoking mild's after school

None of this shit new, then lived threw all you can do

When them crackas killed V12

When they jumped Lea, when Desi slapped Justin

Boy, I'm all the way Broward, I was there

Served every resident who said the bitches don't fuck around with the help

And driver don't stop at all

And don't bring no new nigga to my home

So boy take yo' ass on, you was at home

While I was on that I-95, Gucci bag full of pints

Look behind flashlights undercover like ghost story at the sleepover

I panicked, swear the K-9 unit ruining my love for animals

Put money signs in our names, so you can see shit through our eyes

You can try and imitate, but you can't copy the Sharingan

Stunnin' on my daddy for my momma raised me her whole life

Then she got shitted on for doing the best that she could do

Speaking of the elephant that's in the room

Me and my daddy been talking about shit

Actual conversations about my sisters and my kin

Sometimes I just think we keep the peace just for them

Only a couple real niggas left

I let y'all figure out who they is

And I ain't run outta' saying shit, just let all that sink in

Aye, dope-boy pyrex, don't wear no pussy ass Pyrex, dirty south

And take them golds out ya' mouth if they ain't perms, pull out thuggin'

Me and my brothers got our eyes on yo' head

And your little clown ass friend, Tien, Chiaotzu ass niggas

Only time they seen a key was on stage with Curtis Williams

Everybody hate the nigga that talk too much

But keep biting the hand that feed you when it's bound to say something

Deidara, keep recycling these cans of whoop ass

Till they throw me in the can

I won't even though I know I can

I don't wanna' hit it like you smoking out a can

Niggas think that I think that I'm better than all of em'

Well, I have my thoughts

Cause I ain't do the feature and I never performed Threatz

I'm just not about to ride another nigga coat tails like a bitch

I ain't talking money, illiterate ass nigga

I threw ya bitch out, ol' littering ass nigga

Cup dirty as the throwaway pistol, about clean as the inside of a whistle

Always smelling like a port in ya' bitch pussy

So now you know nigga, so stop being nosey

Whip on Asanti's but only touch Aaliyah's

I know I went bad on a couple good women

Need to have a little sesh, talk about shit

Hash some things out but I'm better on wax; take a dab

I'ma have resentment towards yo' ass from now

Some things a Xanax just don't seem to black out

Every pussy nigga mad that a nigga back out

Expose ya' broad like dresses with the back out

I'm in that mid life crisis corvette, SS American muscle

[Chorus]

Watch how a nigga (Flex)

You know a nigga all about a check

With the caddy bet ya [?], boy (Flex)

Fuck the police, we never take a badge

But I'm at the Pewter City Gym, boy (Flex)

Pussy boy you know who it is, 2Phone bitch, boy (Flex)

Skinny nigga steroid dick, time to have sex

[Bridge]

2 Apple phones at the peach fuzz

With the banana clip, no big apple

Still tha' city bitch

Pocket full of salad, nigga dressing

And that spaghetti top, boy messy

White xan, yellow xan that's scrambled eggs

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]

And I know you love my accent, but you running up my minutes

With the talk you should have left on the hotel pillow

Boy, I hardly take breaks, but I take a hiatus off you lames

Stop playing, every internet thug ain't Bill Gates

And she kneel before me like sensei

She want me wholeheartedly

Gave her one piece told her put my sword in her mouth like Zoro

And I know that it was years ago

But girl ride the cocky like a biker

I'll leave every nigga with a bottom six toothless

Boy, I'll scare ya' dog off like a nigga Eustace

Useless; weeded em' out think I should use less

No will power, but yo' bitch no better than me

Take a molly skeet, after I fucked that bitch

Like somebody asked you about yo' ex, bitch

2PhoneShawty I'm sexting in a glasshouse dooney truck

While yo bitch tryin' keep up

In my nigga beamer while you riding in yo' Nissan

Wishing that it was a B-M-dub, as you let the Key Nyata bump

Boy I'm from that dirty, dirty

Heard my accent, she start to choose, she’s superbad, I’ll steal your booze bitch

Aye, I put her on game, boy I'm a team player

Drinking dirty Gatorade, that JaMarcus Russell

20 PT's tees in the duffel, I'm parched

Dooney turn keys like that nigga just parked

Four thousand, four hundred fifty on my arm

Look like a nigga just hopped out the holocaust

Boy what ya' life cost? I know what you really bout

Cough, cough let me get my cup, shit

I'm getting sick of y'all niggas

And tired of niggas watching what I do

And trying to do the same shit

They say niggas die from drinking lean

That's why I sell the shit

Yeah boy, I got cha', bike like Kaneda

And I got it all in separate jars like Akira

SS super soldier that purple codeine what a nigga bleed

Like a Namekian, but if you really need

I got them handfuls wrapped up like Rock Lee

And what you mean why the verses so long?

Might as well tell y'all, right?

Mean you already talk, like you know my whole life

[Outro]

Flexin, flexin (Hahaha)

Flexin, flexin

Flexin, flexin

Bad bitches they flexin, flexin

Flexin, flexin

Bad bitches they flexin, flexin

Bad bitches they flexin, flexin

Bad bitches they flexin, flexin

Bad bitches they flexin, flexin

I said—