Tryna Flex Video (MV)

I'm just tryna flex, I'm just tryna, I'm just tryna flex I'm just, im just tryna flex
My struggle got me chasin checks
From Williamsburg to Quebec my nigga
I'm just tryna flex, I'm just tryna flex

I'm in San Jose feelin great homie
I'm tryna have enough bread to cop a double R wraith on me
I'm tryna stack up to where my house stand behind a gate homie
I'm tryna cop stackz to where you thinkm a nigga pushin weight homie
Shit gone be great homie
On a tour bus wake up in a whole nother state homie
Pay my momma bills makin sure the whole family straight homie
And my train of thought dawg it stay with a buncha freight on it
I ain't never ever late homie, you ain't ever gotta wait on me
Put the burg on the map, the burg on my back I gotta cape on me
I be grindin so much you prolly could catch them skates on me
All the fishes in the sea bite at me
Cuz I got the bait on me
You can tell that all of my gorillas stink based off the bathing ape on me

I'm just tryna flex, I'm just tryna, I'm just tryna flex I'm just, im just tryna flex
My struggle got me chasin checks
From Williamsburg to Quebec my nigga
I'm just tryna flex, I'm just tryna flex

I'm tryna ride smooth in a benzo
I'm tryna stack green then I upgrade to an Enzo
Got a bad Jawn treat her right like cash say no more friend zone
Imma right my wrongs then I let that shit go
Pumped up all that jive talk gotchu gassed up like you hit up Citgo
Ion force nothin, let that shit flow
This was too crazy for the intro
Heavy thoughts on my mind got me blowin indo out the window
Don't associate with bimbos
They the same ones that'll do u dirty tryna break ya back in
And help yo ass try to limbo You can tell the real
From the real fake cuz the fake be givin too much info
Put two niggaz in a jail cell one gone ask the other "whatchu info?"
Won't the type to bang, won't the type to slang
But I know some niggaz that won't hesitate to let that milli Bang, let the semi sang
On a silly gang
Get in tune with the city slang
Cuz all a nigga wanna do is hit the jeweler up
And cop that "I just made a muf*ckn milli chain"
Hit the dealership & join the Bentley Gang
And end up gettin brain From a Trixie Tang named Sydney mane
Make her bust a shimmy make her quiver soon as I deliver mane

I'm just tryna flex, I'm just tryna, I'm just tryna flex I'm just, im just tryna flex
My struggle got me chasin checks
From Williamsburg to Quebec my nigga
I'm just tryna flex, I'm just tryna flex
I'm just tryna flex, I'm just tryna, I'm just tryna flex I'm just, im just tryna flex
My struggle got me chasin checks
From Williamsburg to Quebec my nigga
I'm just tryna flex, I'm just tryna flex

Imma Hit the ground runnin
Better tighten up when u see that CraZ comin man this rap shit ain't nothin
Nothin but a whole buncha frontin & a whole lotta stuntin• I ain't never bluffin
Knock a pig down when a wolf get to huffin
Im sure u know the sayin
A spade is a spade dawg & imma get to cuttin
A seven five nigga with an eight oh four mind 703 grind
Y'all niggaz blind to the fact thatchu never could match my shine shawty drop on a dime
Shoutout Dave East I'm on a different type of time young nigga in his prime risin quicker than a vine
I'm just tryna flex, I'm just tryna flex
Struggle for so long it got me runnin to a check
Nigga from the Burg know my shine comin next, oh yes, no stress