Let Me Flex - Chris Travis

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

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

Handgun in her purse, no she ain’t taking shit

Bad bitch, she ain’t ratchet and she looking heaven sent

Yes she is, yes I’m is, cruising, feeling on her clit

Wavy nigga with them bricks, it’s still free Max B, you bitch

I just flex, I just flex, on the bitch denying sex

I don’t stress, I don’t stress, cause I know this bitch ain’t shit

Up in space, that’s my place, I be there like every day

Smoking kush straight to the face, darkest cup, I’m sipping grapes

Bitch 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

Bitch, I’m Michael Jordan, run the whole damn lineup

Thinking you can fuck with me?

Nigga get your rhymes up

Niggas get the shine, before you know they time up

Ima keep saying real shit until my time up

Fuck everybody tryna doubt a nigga future

Ima get a hundred K just for my jeweler

She say she wanna sex

Zeros on my check

Derrick Rose of my set

Let a young nigga flex

She say she wanna sex

Zeros on my check

Derrick Rose of my set

Let a young nigga flex

She say she wanna sex

Zeros on my check

Derrick Rose of my set

Let a young nigga flex

She say she wanna sex

Zeros on my check

Derrick Rose of my set

Let a young nigga flex