Chris Travis Let Me Flex Lyrics

[Intro]
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
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

[Verse 1]
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, cruising, feeling on her clit
Wavy nigga with them bricks, it's 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 every day
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 f*ck 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
f*ck everybody tryna doubt a nigga future
Ima get a hundred K just for my jeweler

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