Letras
Bitch, I'm stone cold flexing (What?)
Do it big like Texas (What?)
Middle finger to my exes (What?)
Bitch, I'm stone cold flexing (What?)
Bitch, I'm stone cold flexing (What?)
Do it big like Texas (What?)
Middle finger to my exes (What?)
Bitch, I'm stone cold flexing (What?)
Bitch, I'm-
Who the fuck is Justin Time?
Someone that you need to know
Run up on ya' with the .9
Wouldn't wanna be ya' bro
If they really want the smoke
We can go and throw some bows
Kick a hater in the gut and hit the stunner on that hoe
Strike ya' like a rattlesnake
Bitch, I never been afraid
Tote this rod and castaway
And clap you like it's patty-cake
Load these guns and magazines
Ride out on our enemies
Fuck yo' house and flashy things
Burn it down with gasoline
I'm flexing, always talking wreckless
Snatch you by yo' necklace
Not the one to mess with
I said, I'm flexin'
Always talking wreckless
Snatch you by yo' necklace
Not the one to mess with
Bitch, I'm stone cold flexing (What?)
Do it big like Texas (What?)
Middle finger to my exes (What?)
Bitch, I'm stone cold flexing (What?)
Bitch, I'm stone cold flexing (What?)
Do it big like Texas (What?)
Middle finger to my exes (What?)
Bitch, I'm stone cold flexing (What?)
Bitch, I'm-
Justin, that's my dawg and we got bars like a cage
Bang my beers together, watch me chug 'em on stage
Me and my peers together, we gon' rock, we gon' rage
Got that country boy hustle, 'bout that paper, no page
Drop that bass in yo' face
Cop that beer by the case
Why you all in my way?
Boy, you best give me some space
Don't make me give you a taste
Come and sample this fade
They got choppers in the trunk and they stay chopping on blades