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They came to doubt us with my mess, and you the fool
You tryina post a VIP my nigga, who was you
Valet my shit, I rock that shit, I rock that fucking spot
See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot
I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing

See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot
I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing
See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot

Anybody looking for the old me? Go down for my old shit
Coming at a nigga with a sneak diss, might as well put it out in the open
It ain't about the price tag, this why I never look at the price tag
Nothing going on and on, but I am killing this shit, but nigga, warp brain
All I hear is loud picks, all I see is satellites
I don't trust these hoes, no, not even in my afterlife
No love for the bloodsuckers tryina snatch a piece, they tryina grab a bite
Who would've guessed this type of life would generate this much of an appetite?
Life is a 8 count so I'm always ahead about two steps

And to this day I still ain't seen a nigga coming close to what I do yet
That's why she choosing up, she tooted up like a true vet
And she down for the crew, she giving that crew name

They came to doubt us with my mess, and you the fool
You tryina post a VIP my nigga, who was you
Valet my shit, I rock that shit, I rock that fucking spot
See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot
I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing
See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot

I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing
See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot

These impostors deserve an Oscar
They know I'm sick, flow is nauseous, I need a doctor
If she do it proper she on the rising
But I just ain't saving hoes, I'm no Kevin Costner
You looking for me? You know where I'm at
I'm up at the suite, party of three
The ball 23 but one of the greatest arguably
You hear what I hear? The stocks went up so pardon the fee
Don't get it twisted, how can I change?
I'm still the same nigga, just harder to reach

I'm self-made and I'm certified, flexed up like I'm working out
I spit flames it's Kirby time I'm so fly I might burn alive
In her hair like curling iron, she grip that wood like turpentine
I asked her what that mouth do then she verbalized

They came to doubt us with my mess, and you the fool
You tryina post a VIP my nigga, who was you
Valet my shit, I rock that shit, I rock that fucking spot
See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot
I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing

See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot
I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing, I'm flexing
See these jewels, snatch your bitch up in the parking lot

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