Stop Flexin'

Bitch stop Flexin' Bandz in the building with weapons Run up on my squad and get [?] Them choppers they blow 'em My shooters be scorin' Left the murder scene with the detectives Katie Got Bandz on her shit I can't fuck with them Now I'm so high im in heaven Flexin' on me get you knocked the fuck out Or them Hittaz might hit you no questions My squad stay on dummy The Uzi be drummin' He hit from a distance we stretched 'em Don't come to me talking if it ain't about money Or something that we can get rich from We always on dummy with 30's and 40's Don't like it then pull up and do something Just know that you oppin' The shooter we uppin' the aim So we ain't gone miss none My momma, my daddy they always been savage So when they had Katie it's been one I'm packed in this shit And I'm taking off on 'em You see 'em, I'm coming, I'm on one My killers grade A Ain't no testin' Bitches shaking and shivering, stressing I say, "Who the real queen of Chiraq?" And they scream, "Katie Bandz!" I'm like, "Lil bitch, you guessed it!" [?] Bitch stop Flexin'!