Lyrics How to Flex - S0K0

Damn, Donny made this
Uh, uh

Ran up a bag
Okay, let me teach you how to flex
At the set
Lencis on you know I'm breaking necks, no regrets
When I touch a bag the only thing on my mind is what come next
Feel like DJ Khaled, we keep on running this shit up, we the best
Shooter only hitting headshots, ain't no need to wear a vest
I be flexing in some Prada drip, I caught you up in Guess
Only on my phone to get that money, lil' bitch I don't wanna text
If you trying to talk that shit lil' bro just say it with your chest
Hold on, private life, expensive shit
Trackhawk, expensive whip
He was talking shit we shot at his car, no those ain't dents in it
Lil' bro thought he done bought some Perc but that shit it got fent in it
And that bag, lil' bitch, I'm meant to get
Touching M's you can't see a tenth of it
When I blow up they won't catch me lacking
Ride in bulletproof whips just like the president, uh
Worked my ass off for this bag so no shit I'm gon' be flexing it, yeah
No I ain't not hesitant
My new whip is elegant, uh
They talking that shit, I don't give no fucks just like I'm celibate, yeah
New checks, that I'm destined to chase
SRT, I'm best in the race
Thought the opps might see us so I'm flexing in case
Rock 'lenciaga, used to be checking the J's
Hold on, what the fuck lil' bro said to the jakes
Fake shit, I'm stepping away
No Asics, Prada I'm stepping today
He hating send him to heaven today
Get out my face you fucking lame, don't wanna hear shit
Lil' bro a fake, no you can't fucking relate to my lyrics
Hit the dash on the jakes, raise the stakes
SRT I fucking steer it
Why you hate, it's okay
Because that bag I'm fucking near it

Uh, uh
Michigan baby but I still ball like I'm LeBron James
Pistol on my side I let it blow just like I'm John Wayne
S0K0 he been snapping, finna blow just like the bomb, bang
Bitch I ride on tracks every fucking day like we on trains
Lil' bro claim he balling, put up zero just like Andre
New package came in, I think my new Louis Vuitton came
With my brothers it's like seven of us like we Ban's gang
This shit way too easy, eat this beat up like a entrée

Uh, said you really 'bout it, is you down to walk the tight rope
Bro said he a rapper, catch the mic and then he might choke
Bitch I keep that strap 24/7 like a dike hoe
Burning out some tires, all you see is fucking white smoke
Moncleezy on, two thousand for a light coat
Chop got a laser, at the top it got a nice scope
Try to run up you gon' end like Luke when the ice broke
Strap on my side, I don't really need to fight folks