Flexing Finessing - Fredo Santana, Lil Bibby, Lil Herb

Flexing, finessing.

Bitches know I’m flexin

Sipping on that Texas.

Kush smoke for breakfast

30s for my weapon.

Try me it get hectic

Shooters they just wet shit.

Kill you in a second

Flexing, finessing, bitches know I’m flexing

Flexing, finessing, bitches know I’m flexing

Flexing, finessing, bitches know I’m flexing

Flexing, finessing, bitches know I’m flexing

Flexing, Finessing, these bitches know I’m flexig

30 clip in that weapon, loud pack no stressing

3 bands for the necklace, Gucci belt cost 350

The opps don’t wanna see Bibby, neva lackin' keep heat with me

Niggas know I’m the best out, my lil niggas bring the techs out

Louis kicks when I step out now that’s flexing

No Limit we reckless, ride up and just wet shit

That .40 leave yo chest hit, shit can get hectic

Riding round with the bass knocking, RayBans them the hater blockers

I’m gettin' money I make commas, 8 shooters that’s 8 doctors

And all them got hollow tips they let shoot we dropping shit

No Limit, MB, fuck the opposite.

I’m gone

Fuck her then I kick her out, get back to my riches

Keep bitches out my business, See me I’m never slipping

Pull up when you slipping, yo body drop I’m dipping

Catch me in the kitchen, stretchin' I’m tryna get it

Stretcher in the back and lil folks nem tryna hit it

Anywhere the licks at, you know I’m tryna hit it

Coolin' in the projects

4 bricks up in my closet, 10 bands up in my pocket

Niggas say they real but they fake, you gotta watch em

Niggas say they want beef but really they gon' squash it

No talking I’ma pop it, just ask yo bitch I’m popping

On Twitter I’m the topic

I don’t do no fussing, just try me I’ma bust it

Hit the club 100 deep, all these bands on me

Bitches watching, jocking, stopping, tryna dance on me, No ID I’m VIP

Hit the scene them hoes go insane

Pull up in the Range they eat the dick before I know they name

But they still know who I be, Lil Herbie they know wassup

Sipping purple in this cup, sweep of purple in this blunt

Fredo off that, turn up, he got that .30 in the cut

Tryna act tough let the Macs bust leave him burnt up in the dust

I stay sacked up that’s a must, I be packed up like a bus

I get pack rush when I puff

My team balling hard y’all fouling out better back up or get dunked

Bitch you flexing hard and we wilding out

Might fuck around and get trunked, so don’t fuck around and get slumped