Chris Travis - Let Me Flex

She pop a Xan and she smoke up, I just wanna pour up, I just wanna slow up Said she goes to school, in her city she a loner, baby you can leave with me cause I love your persona

Handgun in her purse, no she ain't taking shit Bad bitch, she ain't ratchet, and she looking heaven sent Yes she is, yes I'm is, crusing, feeling on her clit Wavy nigga with them bricks, its still free Max B you bitch I just flex, I just flex, on the bitch denying sex I don't stress, I don't stress, cause I know this bitch ain't shit Up in space, that's my place, I be there like everyday Smoking kush straight to the face, darkest cup I'm sipping grapes Bitch I rock designer, ain't nowhere were that you could find this Boy I'm like a diamond, ain't no way you can outshine this Bitch I'm Michael Jordan, run the whole damn lineup Thinking you can fuck with me? Nigga get your rhymes up Niggas get the shine, before you know they time up Ima keep saying real shit until my time up Fuck everybody tryna doubt a nigga future Ima get a hundred K just for my jeweler

She say she wanna sex Zeros on my check Derrick Rose of my set Let a young nigga flex