[Intro - Spoken in a low male voice]
(Xero on the track)
[MALE – Verse 1]
Rollie on my wrist(wrist), still ain’t got the time(time)
I’m too busy gettin’ brain while I’m cookin’ that line(line)
LV mask when I move that snow(wo)
I don’t rap for the fame, I rap for the blow (shka)
Patek on the arm, tattoos on my neck(!yeah!)
She ride like a Harley with my Glock on her chest(huh)
Prada boxers, Versace my fit(hey)
Got a stripper on the pole and a pistol on my hip(wait)
Trap phone jumpin'(jumpin'), plug on speed dial(what?)
She lickin' on my balls(balls) while I'm loadin' the glock (Huh)
💋 [FEMALE – Verse 2]
He call me a goddess, but I ride like a demon
Suck him in Prada, then rob him while he dreamin’
Got a line of bad bitches, all trained to kill
Pull a trick for a stack, then pop a pill
Balenciaga heels, I don’t walk, I glide
Fuck his girl and his mom, then hop in my ride
My pussy like a weapon, he addicted to the heat
He payin’ my rent, just to kiss on my feet
Got coke in my bra, Henny in my clutch
He love how I squirt, said it feel like a rush
[HOOK – Male and Female Chorus]
We flexin’, we fuckin’, we lit off the drugs
Designer my fit, got a stick in the club
She bad, I’m a savage, we both don’t give a fuck
Pop pills, get high, while we countin’ them bucks
Flexin’, fuckin’, thuggin’ like a movie
Roll up a blunt while she twerkin’ in Gucci
Sex, guns, and money — that’s the vibe we trust
We Bonnie and Clyde with a hundred-round drum
[MALE – Verse 3]
My trap house jump like a Jordan release (a ye)
I make a bitch pray while I slide in deep(deep)
Got a Benz in the back(back), Lambo in the front(front)
Fuck a 9-to-5(huh), I get rich off a stunt(stunt)
AK loaded(bitch), tongue sharp as a blade(fuck)
Your man watchin’ us fuck on a private page(hahaha)
We don’t do love(no), we do cash and control(yeah)
I bust on her titties(titties) then reload the pole(wait)
Trap Queen on my lap(lap), she got coke in her ass(big ass)
She moan while she countin'(countin'), got her cummin’ real fast(hahaha)
[FEMALE – Verse 4]
I’m nasty, I’m lit, I’m the baddest alive
He lickin’ my clit while I’m textin’ his wife
I sell dreams on OnlyFans in my mink
Then pop out in the streets with a tech and a drink
Lips glossy like bullets, eyes cold as snow
If you look at me wrong, I might slit your throat
Get paid in advance, make the lawyer my bitch
If the feds come close, then I’m plead the fifth
Got bitches on payroll, daddies in debt
Pussy pressure make him sign the whole check
[Outro –Male and Female Chorus]
We flexin’, we fuckin’, we lit off the drugs
Designer my fit, got a stick in the club
She bad, I’m a savage, we both don’t give a fuck
Pop pills, get high, while we countin’ them bucks
Flexin’, fuckin’, thuggin’ like a movie
Roll up a blunt while she twerkin’ in Gucci
Sex, guns, and money — that’s the vibe we trust
We Bonnie and Clyde with a hundred-round drum.
Xero
