Flexer lyrics

I'm a f*ckin' flexer, why you not oppressed
n*ggas talkin' sh*t, got the choppa on the dresser
Err got the stick, finna boy you f*ckin' chest up
n*gga f*ck twelve, you know I don't let my lesson
Smokin' good gas, know a n*gga never stressed

n*gga f*ck school, know a n*gga never present
I just want the big franks and them dead presidents

f*ck you mean, n*gga? Finesse dreams, n*gga (Plug)
Dear got the stick, yeah, they got a beam n*gga
Shawty f*ckin' on my crew and the team, n*gga
Cash rules everything for the cream, n*gga

I don't do the Henny, all I do is drink the lean, n*gga
And you can talk to Lit if it ain't about the green, n*gga
And you know, lord dope go crazy
Smokin' on that gas got my eyes lookin' lazy

I'm sorry, lil' ho, you cannot be my baby
These n*ggas wanna be me, but they always hating
And I'm married to the money, sorry, I don't do no dating
I got ice on my neck, feel like a n*gga skating
And a four with your b*tch, now I'm lookin' rich
I got diamonds on my wrist and they dancin' havin' fits
That finesse dream sh*t, wrist look like p*ss
If a n*gga talking sh*t, we gon' hit him with the stick