Chris Travis - Let Me Flex lyrics

[Intro x2] She pop a Xan and she smoke up, I just wanna pour up, I just wanna slow up Said she goes to school, in her city she a loner, baby you can leave with me cause I love your persona [Verse 1] Handgun in her purse, no she ain't taking sh** Bad b**h, she ain't ratchet, and she looking heaven sent Yes she is, yes I'm is, crusing, feeling on her clit Wavy n***a with them bricks, its still free Max B you b**h I just flex, I just flex, on the b**h denying s** I don't stress, I don't stress, cause I know this b**h ain't sh** Up in space, that's my place, I be there like everyday Smoking kush straight to the face, darkest cup I'm sipping grapes b**h I rock designer, ain't nowhere were that you could find this Boy I'm like a diamond, ain't no way you can outshine this b**h I'm Michael Jordan, run the whole damn lineup Thinking you can f** with me? n***a get your rhymes up n***as get the shine, before you know they time up Ima keep saying real sh** until my time up f** everybody tryna doubt a n***a future Ima get a hundred K just for my j**eler [Outro x4] She say she wanna s**-zeros on my check Derrick Rose of my set Let a young n***a flex