[Intro]
Ahh, ahh
Yeah, yeah, woah
Yeah, yeah, woah
(Yo it’s your boy Nick Zuro run that shit back nigga)
Ahh, ahh
Yeah, yeah, woah
Yeah, yeah, woah
Bitch you know i’m sad yeah
Do I fuck with you? baby yeah, kinda
Pull up with the 9, yeah, pull up with the nina
I was fucking with this one hoe, thought she was a keeper
Riding in that bimmer, ride in that two seater
(This is a crisis club exclusive)
Slide up and I flex, yeah bitch I finesse, yeah
Baby look at me if there’s something say it with your chest, uh
Baby look at me if there’s something say it with your chest, uh
Walk up in the spot and I finesse, ayy
Walk up in the spot and I finesse, ayy
Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex, Swag, Flex, Swag, Flex, Swag
[Verse]
Ahh, ahh
Yeah, yeah, woah
Yeah, yeah, woah
Bitch you know i’m sad yeah
Do I fuck with you? baby yeah, kinda
Pull up with the 9, yeah, pull up with the nina
I was fucking with this one hoe, thought she was a keeper
Riding in that bimmer, ride in that two seater
Slide up and I flex, yeah bitch I finesse, yeah
Baby look at me if there’s something say it with your chest, uh
Baby look at me if there’s something say it with your chest, uh
Walk up in the spot and I finesse, ayy
Walk up in the spot and I finesse, ayy
Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex, Swag, Flex, Swag, Flex, Swag