Lyrics Oliver Francis – Can I Flex

Eyes low and the weed smoke thick
Pretty white boy how he be so rich
Big blunts of the primo shit
Push more weight than pacino did
I don’t need no shit
Ya’ll bust back bouta reload quick
Got pussy I don’t need your bitch
Finna tape your girl on some tivo shit
Brokeboys on some freeload shit
Keep ya’ll money I don’t need no tip
Pulled up in the freak show whip
Ballin out hard on some free throw shit

Can I flex for a minute
Can I flex for a minute
Ah yeah
Can I flex for a minute
Uh, yeah
Can I flex for a minute
Yeah

Run through the city in my bmw
I do whatever I want to do
I’m something special bitch
I am not one of you
I’m moving that weight in my running shoes
No I do not like your attitude
Meeting with me don’t expect any gratitude boy

I ain’t have a choice
Gettin this money just something I had to do
Sippin on syrup and soda
I’m tryna set me a quota
Shawty she know I’m a baller
Blowin a blunt with your bitch in the whip
Got your bitch in the rover ay
I’m with the shit
Thumb through a band with a blunt to my lip
Dumpin the clip
I’m equipped with a stick
Got that drank in my cup
.45 on my hip
Beautiful to see
I’m doing beautifully
And all you rappers tryna do as good as me
I’m smokin buddha cheese and kickin up my feet
I’m rollin up with doja to a swisher sweet
And none you pussy rappers do as good as me