flex on the bitch

shot it again oh ahh yeah holy smokes its 6pac flex on the bitch cause cupid made the shot hit on her phone to meet her alone in a fort jacket on her body as I feel her skin tone she so hot I feel her as chilli hot born glad to say u are out of the McDonald's oven peace to my nice raised clean bitch I lean niggas ain't no time for playing wit ma teen no chasing after the ex bitch when am in pace so fast no the worst in my years rest after the chase these cheetah games fuck off the perks in my Louis bag high by the moon sent by drugs in my swag no ordinary peace of cake am a birthday boy this for me not for the motherfucking clone dope that's my defining when am hittin niggas happy that am getting hot rappin but that's okay when the emergency strikes lightning a mystery to this day facts u can't blame a motherfucker for the truth fan by the campfire I set fire in the booth