FLEXIN N' FLASHIN

Lyrics: Aasim Welton Music: Aasim Welton I put my foot on the gas, Take off I cannot let these boys past me Make a move and this scene gon get nasty He get jammed since he wanna be flashy Keep a shooter on deck tell him blast him So you already know he gon blast him Mario Bro smash him He get hit wit that Glock if he black him I hit that shit hold the nec A chest shot will break out his back Smoking shit in the back of the bac Gotta Glock wit a teck run the neck It's no warning he talk he get stretched Ion like when they talk out they neck If we coming we coming correct Nah If we coming we coming we straps Facts! Bro throwing bullets he getting you picked off Receive the pack like we just got the kick off Shoutout to Yola yo Clifford thats Big Dog Won’t **** ya b***h cuz she don't get my d**k har Quick and spin right down ya block No man should throw couple shots Hit him up ain't talking 2Pac Lift him up yes you can get rocked I do my dance on that hoe Throwing ones while she dance on the pole I hit that shit on the low sike I hit that shit wit my br Kick her out that b***h gotta g She gon make me late for my show And she loving the way that I flow I'm hot b***h drop n rol Uh Get wit me I’m catching d**ks from sill They know I ride wit killas and them killas know why I get busy Facts! It get wicked and they know I stay on my pivot Make a move and I swear you gon miss it Where he at? He swim wit da fishes I'm in a trap wit a bad b***h get a pac And we flip it no backflippin' She doing tricks gymnastics He get jammed stop flexin' and flashin' My niggas spin it cause madnes All yall b*****s faking and capu We when hit ya block it get tragic All jokes to the side we ain' laughin' I'm in a trap wit a bad b***h get a pac And we flip it no backflippin' She doing tricks gymnastics He get jammed stop flexin' and flashin' My niggas spin it cause madnes All yall b*****s faking and capu We when hit ya block it get tragic All jokes to the side we ain' laughin' Step back get hit like a rocket Pop It I'm smokin shit wit my partner Feed up eating noodles no lobster **** one time you can get shot up Kee dog swing dreads no roster My dog Meer still king Mufassa Do my dance on a b***h with a choppa Like a bike wit no breaks you can't stop us Hol' up hol' up bro shoot that shit up they don't know us Gotta Glock witta lazor come show up Gotta shooter on deck witta pole tuck Saw that b***h in person he froze up Them hollows had lit that man soul up Hit that shit by the neck and they know us Smoking shit in the back of the rover I'm in a trap wit a bad b***h get a pac And we flip it no backflippin' She doing tricks gymnastics He get jammed stop flexin' and flashin' My niggas spin it cause madnes All yall b*****s faking and capu We when hit ya block it get tragic All jokes to the side we ain' laughin' I'm in a trap wit a bad b***h get a pac And we flip it no backflippin She doing tricks gymnastics He get jammed stop flexin' and flashin' My niggas spin it cause madnes All yall b*****s faking and capu We when hit ya block it get tragic All jokes to the side we ain' laughin'