Roqit - Quit Flexin' Lyrics

You can't lift a bar so bitch quit flexin
F*ck with that chain then I rip off your necklace
Pour up a whole leader I'm sipping on Texas
I crash any whip I know that I'm reckless
Who is young roqit you ain't get the message
I'm just that lil jit to invest in
Young fella but I feel like a veteran
This is routine so you know I'm ahead of them
Off of the rip the knew I was special
You claim to be grown but can't reach the pedals
Gotta hit the Stu so I pop me an edible
Barely even know me still say I'm incredible
Heat up the car with some greenhouse gases
Y'all don't know how to dress shopping off acid
My fit like a spill the coupe had to rag it
You act like a bitch use this glock as a pasi
Yea I had to run it up while y'all was sleepin
Drop her off 'cause she was tweaking
Two quick passes she already geeking
You'd use febreeze if the pussy reakin
On beat grubbing on beat eating
Can't see families only business meetings
I'm nice with the mic but no public speaking
Addicted to checks
I can't quit when a want
Gotta stash in my vault
Flexin' like hulk
Block got too hot I can't cool it off
We really poppin like lip gloss
Water Voss get her off
Water my throat can't help but to cough
Mr young rockin the latest denim
Lil boys children can't baby sittem
They tryna rock clothes that just don't fittem
Ripping them shits but they still rent 'em
Gucci snakes my shirt got venom
They tryna go up but got no momentum
Call up the plug for the pack just sent 'em
Got a couple Gs add one and then some
Blood money that's ginger bread
Face of freckles that's bullseye lead
Pasty lil boy now covered in red
Shoot of his cap yeah take off his head
I'm sliding on ice but don't own a sled
Magazine full that glock stay fed
Choppa keep singin to put him to bed
Tryna say Roqit you really been snapping
Wiping they nose sliding 'em napkins
My doors open up like swan that's flappin
Girls on me waste no time macking
Got on this beat it I'm merking it stabbin
Your girl me man that's too tragic
Glizzy on me never forget to pack it
Drop him off at the morgue that's a closed casket
All on them speakers like damn that's me
Got long legs run it up like an athlete
Plays in the field but they can't track me
Name in vain get popped like acne
My style is GQ your style is tacky
Talking that shit but the don't wanna at me
Ride for my dog like doo and shaggy
Buying in bulk don't pass me a baggie
Aye my wallet kinda chubbie, but it still hungry
Eating money on money
Never got a full tummy
My wallet like Pac-Man it don't get full
Treating me special I don't follow rules
Stay energized I keep getting joules
All these lil stans I use them as mules
I'm running on tickets the checks is my fuel
Cold blooded creature my heart has been cool