T-Fresh - Flexin lyrics

Flexin' on you hoes Chillin' with the bros Pouring up some 4's Yea, we outta control Yea, we are the men You cannot be friends Yea, we don't pretend Them bullets make him bend Flexin' on you hoes Chillin' with the bros Pouring up some 4's Yea, we outta control Yea, we are the men You cannot be friends Yea, we don't pretend Them bullets make him bend I said I'm flexin' on you hoes, got no self control You know i got the strap and it's ready to ready to reload Shoot em' with that mopstick, them bullets hit ya friend Yea, that's the end, you can say goodbye to him That's the sound of guns, yea we got them drums Shooting like it's nothing, we do this for fun Pull up to your crib, rollin' round the 30 clip I'll let that gun rip, munching on some chips Ya b**h, she s** my dick I'm getting knowledge I'm bouta be in college and you know I'm bout it Im trappin' like it's easy, and all these n***as wanna be me I don't know what they see in me, but I'm stuntin' like im Yeezy Flexin' on you hoes Chillin' with the bros Pouring up some 4's Yea, we outta control Yea, we are the men You cannot be friends Yea, we don't pretend Them bullets make him bend Flexin' on you hoes Chillin' with the bros Pouring up some 4's Yea, we outta control Yea, we are the men You cannot be friends Yea, we don't pretend Them bullets make him bend