Flexin ft. Kidd Kritical Lyrics

Yeah, it's a Kritical baby Yeah, flexin

Walk up in the studio And I ain't been restin

Callin' me a teacher So I'm teachin' a lesson

Taking lots of perks everyday with depression

Gotta tell the truth so you know I'm confessin

Perks on the table I can't wait to taste it

Bitches wanna walk up in the club so I face it

Pass up on the metal Yeah, you know that I'm racin

Smokin' all my weed But these bitches wanna lace it

Put it in a pill Close it up, yeah, I case it

Dirty on the low But you know they can't trace it

Bitches on the pole Yeah they go get to dancin

Killin' everybody Rest in peace, Marilyn Manson

Take another dose Then I go get to prancin

Making all this money Yeah, you know I'm advancing

Bitches on my body, yeah, I like the way she glancin

Runnin' from the police so you know I gotta crash it

Walkin' to the club, you know I'm poppin' all these bottles

Go inside the crib, you know I'm poppin' with some models

Pushin' on that gas, you know I'm pushin' on that throttle

Haters gonna hate, you know these niggas gonna follow, yeah

Yeah, I swear they gonna follow

Pull up in a blacked out coupe, Monte Carlo

I ain't got no time for the lies or the sorrows

Textin' on my phone, bitch, I'll see you tomorrow

Making all this money, it's a loan you can't borrow

Sittin' by yourself all alone, in your sorrows

I just bought a Cuban, like you know I've been ballin

Smokin' so much gas in the air, I've been fallin

You know I've been fallin

Bottomless pit, yeah, you know I've been crawlin

Make it out alive and you know I be shining

Sippin' with my homies and you know we be wildin

Drinkin' with my homies and you know we be grindin

Bitches on our bodies cause you know we be stylin

Late night text on my phone why you cryin', yeah