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Fredo Santana( Derrick Coleman )
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Flexing Finessing
feat. Lil Bibby & Lil Herb
[Hook：Fredo Santana]
Flexin, finessin. Bitches know I'm flexin
Sippin on that Texas. Kush smoke for breakfast
30s for my weapon. Try me it get hectic
Shooters they just wet shit. Kill you in a second
Flexin, finessin. Bitches know I'm flexin
Flexin, finessin. Bitches know I'm flexin
Flexin, finessin. Bitches know I'm flexin
Flexin, finessin. Bitches know I'm flexin
[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
Flexin', Finessin'. These bitches know I'm flexin'
30 clip in that weapon, loud pack no stressin'
3 bands for the necklace, Gucci belt cost 350
The opps don't wanna see Bibby, neva lackin' keep heat with me
Niggas know I'm the best out, my lil niggas bring the techs out
Louis kicks when I step out now that's flexin'
No Limit we reckless, ride up and just wet shit
That .40 leave yo chest hit, shit can get hectic
Ridin' round with the bass knockin, RayBans them the hater blockers
I'm gettin' money I make commas, 8 shooters that's 8 doctors
And all them got hollow tips they let shoot we droppin' shit
No Limit, MB, Fuck the opposite. I'm gone
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Fuck her then I kick her out, get back to my riches
Keep bitches out my business, See me im never slippin'
Pull up when you slippin', yo body drop I'm dippin'
Catch me in the kitchen, stretchin' I'm tryna get it
Stretcher in the back and lil folks nem tryna hit it
Anywhere the licks at, you know I'm tryna hit it
Coolin' in the projects
4 bricks up in my closet, 10 bands up in my pocket
Niggas say they real but they fake, you gotta watch em
Niggas say they want beef but really they gon' squash it
No talkin' I'mma pop it, Just ask yo bitch I'm poppin
On Twitter I'm the topic
I don't do no fussin', just try me I'mma bust it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lil Herb]
Hit the club 100 deep, all these bands on me
Bitches watchin', jockin' stoppin' tryna dance on me, No ID I'm VIP
Hit the scene them hoes go insane
Pull up in the ways they eat the dick before I know they name
But they still know who I be, Lil Herbie they know wassup
Sippin' purple in this cup, sweep of purple in this blunt
Fredo off that, turn up, he got that .30 in the cut
Tryna act tough let the Macs bust leave him burnt up in the dust
I stay sacked up that's a must, I be packed up like a bus
I get pack rush when I puff
My team ballin' hard y'all foulin' out better back up or get dunked
Bitch you flexin' hard and we wildin' out
Might fuck around and get trunked, so don't fuck around and get slumped
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