Cold flex

Jerk, west coast bounce, daygo bounce, post-rage, hypertrap, hyperpop, pluggnb, glitch

Still standin on business 
Like my name JB 
Bae flooded both my wrist
He my tsunami

Ain’t no side hoe anywhere near my lane
I’ll turn her to a hooker then fly to Spain
Switch my fit, then switch my name
But she still scream it when she go insane

Chrome on my nails, his Glock in my purse
I pray in Dior while you’ve never looked worse
Call me materialistic - I call it church
Can’t wear his chain cuz my neck will hurt

Hopped out the gutter, now the streets know my name
Drip too cold, got the devil in my vein
Fake friends switch lanes, I’m switchin’ the game
Snakes get chopped, yeah we bringin’ the pain

Nightmares made me, but I turned to a beast
Broke the cage open, now I feast at the feast
Never fold under pressure, never decrease
Cash flow floodin’, yeah the drought deceased

I pull up, all ice, like I’m from the North Pole
Fucked your shorty, now she dancin’ on my bankroll
You still broke, I see how y’all roll
Talk shit, get clipped, I’m the king of this show

Lamborghini doors, butterfly flappin’
Your girl on my line, you steady nappin’
You hate, that’s expected, cuz you just lackin’
I’m cashin’ these checks while your dreams keep crackin’

You a broke pussy boy, loser in the game
I’m stackin’ paper tall, you just dealin’ the shame
I’m livin’ lavish maaaaneee, you basic and lame
Fucked your girl twice, she was yellin my name

Walk in the spot, and they know who it is (me)
Tat on my back, got a heart full of sins
She said “you that bitch” — girl, I been that since
Runnin’ through bands like I’m jumpin’ a fence (swish)

Blunts rolled fat, and the cup look muddy (mud)
Homie just paroled and he still act nutty (free the real)
Yo man outside but he movin’ too buddy
He can’t come back, got checked like Chucky (foo!)

Aye foo, what’s brackin’? (what’s brackin’)
We outside, we active (we active, foo)
Black tee, Chrome hearts, still packin’ (on hood)
If he trip at the club, we smackin’ (bah!)

No kizzy, I’m lit, off a deuce in the Sprite (sip)
Baby shakin’ ass, throwin’ her shit all night (yeah)
Pockets on swole, lil’ bro got stripes (for real)
Go get yo get-back, lame, this real real life (bye)

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Still standin on business Like my name JB Bae flooded both my wrist He my tsunami Ain’t no side hoe anywhere near my lane I’ll turn her to a hooker then fly to Spain Switch my fit, then switch my name But she still scream it when she go insane Chrome on my nails, his Glock in my purse I pray in Dior while you’ve never looked worse Call me materialistic - I call it church Can’t wear his chain cuz my neck will hurt Hopped out the gutter, now the streets know my name Drip too cold, got the devil in my vein Fake friends switch lanes, I’m switchin’ the game Snakes get chopped, yeah we bringin’ the pain Nightmares made me, but I turned to a beast Broke the cage open, now I feast at the feast Never fold under pressure, never decrease Cash flow floodin’, yeah the drought deceased I pull up, all ice, like I’m from the North Pole Fucked your shorty, now she dancin’ on my bankroll You still broke, I see how y’all roll Talk shit, get clipped, I’m the king of this show Lamborghini doors, butterfly flappin’ Your girl on my line, you steady nappin’ You hate, that’s expected, cuz you just lackin’ I’m cashin’ these checks while your dreams keep crackin’ You a broke pussy boy, loser in the game I’m stackin’ paper tall, you just dealin’ the shame I’m livin’ lavish maaaaneee, you basic and lame Fucked your girl twice, she was yellin my name Walk in the spot, and they know who it is (me) Tat on my back, got a heart full of sins She said “you that bitch” — girl, I been that since Runnin’ through bands like I’m jumpin’ a fence (swish) Blunts rolled fat, and the cup look muddy (mud) Homie just paroled and he still act nutty (free the real) Yo man outside but he movin’ too buddy He can’t come back, got checked like Chucky (foo!) Aye foo, what’s brackin’? (what’s brackin’) We outside, we active (we active, foo) Black tee, Chrome hearts, still packin’ (on hood) If he trip at the club, we smackin’ (bah!) No kizzy, I’m lit, off a deuce in the Sprite (sip) Baby shakin’ ass, throwin’ her shit all night (yeah) Pockets on swole, lil’ bro got stripes (for real) Go get yo get-back, lame, this real real life (bye)

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