You ain't gotta flex I'm bout a check
Um you ain't gotta flex bae I'm bout a check
I got this shit in my pants uh hundred bands in my pants I came a long way
From scamming and trapping
I'm on the muthafuckin block and I'm killing these muthafuckin n*****
Like they ain't even tap in (They Cap)
Better tie up them muthafuckin laces
You tripping lil bitch ain't got time for you playing (playing)
Everyday I wake up I kiss my lil daughter on her head and tell her ima make a way
Yeah I got them bands in my pocket
I can't fuck with them n***** just look in they face and tell they ain't solid
So many n***** might hit me for scamming but they ain't even bout it
Them n***** some pussies I fuck on they hoe
Balboa ima Rocky (Rock It)
This dope I just got it came straight off the boat
Fuck all that stressing shit pour me a four
Pour me another one I want some more
I got some cash but I really want more
Look at yo bitch she be begging the most dick in her throat
I can't fuck with her folks but her muthafuckin daddy name Donnie Pope
I gotta keep them haters from round me can't keep em close
Fuck all that hating shit you ain't bout it
All of that he say she say shit get you killed real quick
First off I was broke as fuck down bad now look at the kid I'm rich as fuck
With a big bag
You ain't gotta flex I'm bout a check
Um you ain't gotta flex bae I'm bout a check
I got this shit in my pants uh hundred bands in my pants I came a long way
From scamming and trapping
I'm on the muthafuckin block and I'm killing these muthafuckin n*****
Like they ain't even tap in (They Cap)
Better tie up them muthafuckin laces
You tripping lil bitch ain't got time for you playing (playing)
Everyday I wake up I kiss my lil daughter on her head and tell her ima make a way
Yeah I got them bands in my pocket

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Writer(s): Courtland Ross