Aspire Yeah, yeah, yeah
Do you think I forget? Nah nah nah Bitch
Lil white, wait
Are you lil white?
Yeah! I can't believe man
Can I take a pic? Sure!
Aspire bitch!
I got more followers than you
Where's your man right now
I got more bitches than you
Where's your bitch right now
She prolly up on my dick, guess who is fagg right now
And tha bitch wanna know how I feel
Bitch I'm flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin'
And tha bitch wanna know how I fell
Bitch I'm flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin'
Shout out to my producers, whitout 'em I can be a loser
Shout out to my haters, without 'em I know who is tha fakers
I got so much money, you ain't get my honey
Iced out teeth, iced out chain
Homie steping in my land you became a lame
You ain't get my loyalty, you ain't get my royalty
When my work is done, I split my slush in your tee
Bitch I flex like my homie Underd0g, just got my money so I can log
(I passed away)
And tha bitch wanna know how I feel
Bitch I'm flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin'
And tha bitch wanna know how I fell
Bitch I'm flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin'
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