Flexer With Epether - $prite, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Ho's aint gon flop and the top (When i droptop)
Dolce at gabanna (On my flipflop)
These bitches playin fake (But this the real shit)
Tell them ho's what i make (Sippin sprite kid)
Ho's aint gon flop and the top (When i droptop)
Dolce at gabanna (On my flipflop)
These bitches playin fake (But this the real shit)
Tell them ho's what i make (Sippin sprite kid)
Now they feelin bad (For the shit they said
Tell those hos where aim at (Wearin philip plein)
New patek, automatic, call casting, ho sarcastic
Bentley wagen, losing tracktion, racks we pakkin, aint no laughen
But now going awaay
With the new drip
Money blowin awayy
Thats them blue strips
Bitched gettin insaaane
They wonna feel exprences
Tell that bitch is to laaate
Cuz now i hella selfich
Money drops
On my flipflop
Schooters gonna shoot
Like you already knew
Bmw got flue
Going skrrt skrrr
Drive her in coup
Going vroem vroem
Ho's aint gonna flop but they jumpin
F*ck with me like here is your coffin
Eating a spacecake like its nothing
Bars are hotters than the surface
Double c on all my purses
Using medicacien with the nurces
Leave him dead with some curses
Cuz you now we bout to hit
F*ck with me we pulls up to your crip
Drinkin sprite its already my fifth
All these fakes ones make me sick
Now we make those diggit flip
Got shooters loadin clips
You know lean is all sip
Blue j's on like a crip
F*ck your bitch cuz she is fake
Ho's aint gon' flop and the top (When i droptop)
Dolce at gabanna (On my flipflop)
These bitches playin fake (But this the real shit)
Tell them ho's what i make (Sippin sprite kid)
Ey my bitch she puls up an go
Jump in the bed doin slow
Ey goin to the bando
Ey prada straight thru the phone
Pull up with a new song
Smellin expensif colone
Look at me iam gone
Look you already know
Sippin lean on sunday
You know that shit funny
My ice is really sunny
Going to the bar on sunday
Now we can not stop ey
Now we can not flop ey
But she is the real one
Now we can not f*ck ey
Bitch wonna f*ck its a nono
Car on 6 but its foreign tho
In a rari going low low
Girl is callin my phone phone
But now iam on go go
Mexican bitch going loco
She's leavin on the front door
Now She is doin for the lolol
Uh flexer livin fantastic
Uh flexer aint no capin
Uh flexer multible natiens
Talkin shit gang is passion
Uh basics screamin thotiana
I'am next up no capiana
Take flight to bahamas
You gonna catch by karma
Ho's aint gon flop and the top (When i droptop)
Dolce at gabanna (On my flipflop)
These bitches playin fake (But this the real shit)
Tell them ho's what i make (Sippin sprite kid)