MET GALA Lyrics

Teach you how to flex

(Wow Dexter)

Yeah Uh

Yeah Uh

Yeah!

Yeah Uh

Uhhhh

Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah hold up hold up hold up

Let me teach you how to flex

I'm boutta spend some on the net

I'm boutta dodge ya hoe my pitch on auto tune a threat

We not the same partna ya bitch would lie we never met

Met Gala I send no invite send no text

I got this Rick on me I'm fresh yeah huh huh

I got this Rick on me I'm fresh yeah huh huh

Let me teach you how to flex

Tarantino, real blood no after effects yeah bands on me tho

Bitch I need me my respect yeah

(Like De Niro)

Bitch I need me my respect Yeah, Rock these diamonds on my neck

Bitch What

Rocking Raf inside the club

I stuffed these racks up in her butt

Yeah

Bitch I don't give a fuck

I love this feeling off these drugs

She said double up my cup let's have lots of fun

I'm about to go John Wick fuck who not with us

Bitch I'm the creature from creek walking off this mud

I got studs up on my belt for real yeah you not tuff

And I've been flooding out the scene but this shit not enough

Not enough

This shit not enough

Let me teach you how to flex

I'm boutta spend some on the net

I'm boutta dodge ya hoe my pitch on auto tune a threat

We not the same partna ya bitch would lie we never met

Met Gala I send no invite send no text