Can’t Stop Flexin’ lyrics

[Intro: Harvard]
To live, in a violent, hellish, dystopia
Aye, Shark
(Ha, ha)
Long boy style
(Ha, ha)
(Ha)
(Ha, ha ha)
(Uh)
(Yeah, ha ha)

[Chorus: Harvard]
Yo' b*tch, she givin' kisses
All my songs they hits, no misses (Nah)
Light yo' block up like its Christmas (Ha)
I just f*cked a b*tch from trenches (Trenches)
All this lean up in my soda, got my Fanta fizzin'
And I got a bad b*tch, yeah her name is Kristen (Bah)

[Verse: Harvard]
My wrist gon' glisten
I got a Patek sittin'
I shoot you once, I shoot you twice
b*tch, you know I'm hittin'
Screamin' "Free, all the guys"
Yeah, they in that prison
I'm gon' bleed the body out
Leave that b*tch ass hidden (Hee, hee)
[Verse: 3quinox]
My slime brought the body out
I was like "Good riddance" (Ah, ah)
All this mothaf*ckin' water on my chain, I'm fishin' (Ah, ah ah)
I f*cked yo' b*tch, I nutted in that b*tch without protection (Uh)
I think I got some kind of problem
b*tch, I can't stop flexin'
I can't stop hittin' yo' b*tch line
And she cannot stop sextin' (Bee)
Look up in the mirror
Hella drip on my reflection (On my)
What the f*ck this broke ass boy doin' up in my section? (Up in my section)
They pulled up askin' why he missin'
Boy, don't ask that question

[Chorus: Harvard & 870glizzy]
Yo' b*tch, she givin' kisses
All my songs they hits, no misses (Nah)
Light yo' block up like its Christmas (Ha)
I just f*cked a b*tch from trenches (Trenches, yeah yeah)
All this lean up in my soda, got my Fanta fizzin' (Bodies I can't speak about)
And I got a bad b*tch, yeah her name is Kristen (Bah)

[Verse: 870glizzy]
Bo- bo- bodies I can't speak about (Bah)
Clu- clutchin', I can't talk it out (Breh, breh)
Me and bro runnin' plays on different routes (No)
Key, that Key Glock, I'm on the paper route (On the road)
I can't, I can't, I- I- I can't (Breh)
I can't stop this flexin' n*gga (Brrr)
This just what happen when you from the dirt (Yeah)
Finally gettin' that cheddar n*gga (8- 8 sh*t)
Glock, ain't no beretta n*gga (Grah)
Switch on the back when I grip the trigger (Brrrough)
Knew that that boy was a b*tch (b*tch)
Knew I could jug him the moment I met the n*gga (Aye, come here)
Like "Gimme that sh*t" (Hahahaha)
(Ru- ru- run yo' pockets, gimme guap)
Play with the blues, n*gga get popped
That choppa start hittin' like Chrisean Rock (Breh, breh)
[Chorus: Harvard & 870glizzy]
Yo' b*tch, she givin' kisses (Yuh)
All my songs they hits, no misses (Nah, yuh yuh)
Light yo' block up like its Christmas (Ha, ha)
I just f*cked a b*tch from trenches (Trenches)
All this lean up in my soda, got my Fanta fizzin'
And I got a bad b*tch, yeah her name is Kristen (Bah)