Lyrics $tusskeepflexin' - $tuss Fresh

I rope em in sweet just like licorice
You see me shining diamonds on my neck and wrist
What the fuck got into me I need exorcist
Fuck lifting weights and you know I'm still flexing bitch

I Got that Gwala remmy bucksaplenty
Hit the strip club and throw nothing but twenties
You know I'm gone bitch I'm gone off the henny
After im done rest yo head on my belly

Umm yuh

Wait till I cop me a fisker
I took you bitch you miss her
Told her I don't give a fuck bout her mister
Nut on her lip and bet you still kiss her

How you fuck wit that nigga he useless
And dat Bitch pussy bald like eustace
I stay with that dragon no toothless
When she text me later hit her with that "who dis?"

Gang gang, bitch I'm flexing keep my weapon

The coppers the shoot cuz my pigment
So Ima continue to wyle and act ignant
You can't take the heat then stay outta kitchen
You flex for the gram then yo shit come up missing

Check the scoreboard ain't hard to tell that I'm winning
That bitch pussy stay bald just like krillin
I eat the forbidden fruit no that I'm sinning
Crows in the trap and it sound like they singing

They singing Lionel Richie
They need auto tune it sound pitchy
I feen for that money my palms feel itchy
Get up outta my ear girl you sound real bitchie

Getting money that's my hobbie
Bitches running through the lobby
Cuz I'm hotter than wasabi
And I Got that brown no bobby
Got the super duper soaker
I got diamonds in my choker
Get moe money than a broker
And she snappy don't provoke her

You don't even wanna know what I'm on
Rock Roberto cavali, Marcelo burlon
Yeezy my feet and off white with vlone
Forget bout that axe marijuana cologne

She hairy like poodles
She suck like some noodles
Crispy but sweet in the middle like strudels
They don't understand, scribble scrabbles or doodles
I'm aiming the ruger
I'm outta here toodles

Bitch I'm flexing keep my weapon