He just uh, internet flexin
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin
Boy been talkin' f*ckin' reckless
Reckless, reckless, reckless, reckless
Now you got a target
On your f*ckin' back
When they get a gun, they don't know how to act
Everybody actin' like
Actin' like they can't get touched
And get snatched
But one bullet in the head
Will have a boy thinkin' different
Tell my boy to stay alert
And pop a perk
And have his glock
I'm gonna lurk
I told that boy to get a merc
If he ain't do it, pop a shirt
If he ain't gaspin
Then I know it didn't hurt
And I'm wishin' on Timmy terry fairy
To been Told that boy to get a scary chopper
Yopper on my side
I get this gaupa when I ride
I told that boy to spin a block
Like I spin a track
Like a merry-go-round
I run it back, ayy
Flexin' on the internet
Can get you whacked, uh
Don't talk that shit
I only know you talkin' cap, ayy
No hat with no brim
That's all f*ckin' cap
But f*ck you talkin
Little bitch a motherf*cker
Get it smack
And that opp was f*ckin' mad
And I sold his mama a rock
That boy was talkin' crazy
Got rocked
Then this motherf*cker got dropped
And they still be mournin' Jay
How bout them bitches dig up his grave
And the paramedics came
They say they was too damn late
Why you try to cover your face
We already saw your face
And that big boy was tryin' to hide
Bitch, where the f*ck you gonna hide
Too many opps f*ckin' died
Shit, why you talkin'
And I don't f*ck with no faggot
Get around the toe tag him
Got his body bag, I wrapped him
Got this glock, I'm bout to pack him
And it's been two years
And they still ain't done shit
The f*ck they doin', lil' boy
They motherf*ckin' smokin
Get smoked up in that spliff
I don't give a f*ck
Them * tell me get bucked
But f*ck you talkin', lil' *
Come and taste this pump
And the f*ck you tryin' to play
Them crips they all shit
S.O.B. Been runnin' shit
But now they dead, BITCH
And they dead
All I see is red
Long black, it's that lil' bitch's head
Lil' bitch, I'm gettin bread
Lil' Joppa hit his head
Leave a boy f*ckin' dead
Bullet when out his f*cking head
I don't f*ck with no fed
Flexin' on the internet
Can only get you killed,
Stop talkin' on that shit
Lil' boy, that guy is Jay killed
Why the f*ck I need to talk
Why the f*ck I need to talk
On shit that already happened
They is dead, opps
Lil' bitch come in, got put in a box
Motherf*cker, I got that big ass f*ckin' chop
Let the shit pop, like kids bop
F*ck he talkin', don't talk to opps
F*ck that shit, stay in the ground
Rot now, like them bugs
Lil' boy, they crawlin' out
You just an internet boy
Stop flexin' now
Stop flexin' now
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He just uh, internet flexin
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin
Boy been talkin' f*ckin' reckless
Reckless, reckless, reckless, reckless
Now you got a target
On your f*ckin' back
When they get a gun, they don't know how to act
Everybody actin' like
Actin' like they can't get touched
And get snatched
But one bullet in the head
Will have a boy thinkin' different
Tell my boy to stay alert
And pop a perk
And have his glock
I'm gonna lurk
I told that boy to get a merc
If he ain't do it, pop a shirt
If he ain't gaspin
Then I know it didn't hurt
And I'm wishin' on Timmy terry fairy
To been Told that boy to get a scary chopper
Yopper on my side
I get this gaupa when I ride
I told that boy to spin a block
Like I spin a track
Like a merry-go-round
I run it back, ayy
Flexin' on the internet
Can get you whacked, uh
Don't talk that shit
I only know you talkin' cap, ayy
No hat with no brim
That's all f*ckin' cap
But f*ck you talkin
Little bitch a motherf*cker
Get it smack
And that opp was f*ckin' mad
And I sold his mama a rock
That boy was talkin' crazy
Got rocked
Then this motherf*cker got dropped
And they still be mournin' Jay
How bout them bitches dig up his grave
And the paramedics came
They say they was too damn late
Why you try to cover your face
We already saw your face
And that big boy was tryin' to hide
Bitch, where the f*ck you gonna hide
Too many opps f*ckin' died
Shit, why you talkin'
And I don't f*ck with no faggot
Get around the toe tag him
Got his body bag, I wrapped him
Got this glock, I'm bout to pack him
And it's been two years
And they still ain't done shit
The f*ck they doin', lil' boy
They motherf*ckin' smokin
Get smoked up in that spliff
I don't give a f*ck
Them * tell me get bucked
But f*ck you talkin', lil' *
Come and taste this pump
And the f*ck you tryin' to play
Them crips they all shit
S.O.B. Been runnin' shit
But now they dead, BITCH
And they dead
All I see is red
Long black, it's that lil' bitch's head
Lil' bitch, I'm gettin bread
Lil' Joppa hit his head
Leave a boy f*ckin' dead
Bullet when out his f*cking head
I don't f*ck with no fed
Flexin' on the internet
Can only get you killed,
Stop talkin' on that shit
Lil' boy, that guy is Jay killed
Why the f*ck I need to talk
Why the f*ck I need to talk
On shit that already happened
They is dead, opps
Lil' bitch come in, got put in a box
Motherf*cker, I got that big ass f*ckin' chop
Let the shit pop, like kids bop
F*ck he talkin', don't talk to opps
F*ck that shit, stay in the ground
Rot now, like them bugs
Lil' boy, they crawlin' out
You just an internet boy
Stop flexin' now
Stop flexin' now
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin
Boy been talkin' f*ckin' reckless
Reckless, reckless, reckless, reckless
Now you got a target
On your f*ckin' back
When they get a gun, they don't know how to act
Everybody actin' like
Actin' like they can't get touched
And get snatched
But one bullet in the head
Will have a boy thinkin' different
Tell my boy to stay alert
And pop a perk
And have his glock
I'm gonna lurk
I told that boy to get a merc
If he ain't do it, pop a shirt
If he ain't gaspin
Then I know it didn't hurt
And I'm wishin' on Timmy terry fairy
To been Told that boy to get a scary chopper
Yopper on my side
I get this gaupa when I ride
I told that boy to spin a block
Like I spin a track
Like a merry-go-round
I run it back, ayy
Flexin' on the internet
Can get you whacked, uh
Don't talk that shit
I only know you talkin' cap, ayy
No hat with no brim
That's all f*ckin' cap
But f*ck you talkin
Little bitch a motherf*cker
Get it smack
And that opp was f*ckin' mad
And I sold his mama a rock
That boy was talkin' crazy
Got rocked
Then this motherf*cker got dropped
And they still be mournin' Jay
How bout them bitches dig up his grave
And the paramedics came
They say they was too damn late
Why you try to cover your face
We already saw your face
And that big boy was tryin' to hide
Bitch, where the f*ck you gonna hide
Too many opps f*ckin' died
Shit, why you talkin'
And I don't f*ck with no faggot
Get around the toe tag him
Got his body bag, I wrapped him
Got this glock, I'm bout to pack him
And it's been two years
And they still ain't done shit
The f*ck they doin', lil' boy
They motherf*ckin' smokin
Get smoked up in that spliff
I don't give a f*ck
Them * tell me get bucked
But f*ck you talkin', lil' *
Come and taste this pump
And the f*ck you tryin' to play
Them crips they all shit
S.O.B. Been runnin' shit
But now they dead, BITCH
And they dead
All I see is red
Long black, it's that lil' bitch's head
Lil' bitch, I'm gettin bread
Lil' Joppa hit his head
Leave a boy f*ckin' dead
Bullet when out his f*cking head
I don't f*ck with no fed
Flexin' on the internet
Can only get you killed,
Stop talkin' on that shit
Lil' boy, that guy is Jay killed
Why the f*ck I need to talk
Why the f*ck I need to talk
On shit that already happened
They is dead, opps
Lil' bitch come in, got put in a box
Motherf*cker, I got that big ass f*ckin' chop
Let the shit pop, like kids bop
F*ck he talkin', don't talk to opps
F*ck that shit, stay in the ground
Rot now, like them bugs
Lil' boy, they crawlin' out
You just an internet boy
Stop flexin' now
Stop flexin' now
Writer: Ghxst Myst
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