Lyricist : Richard Burrell
Composer : Richard Burrell
[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
May I, may I
May I, may I (Huh, ayy)
May I, may I, may I (Ayy), may I
May I, may I, may I (I'm working on dying)
[Chorus: XXXTENTACION & Robb Bank$]
May I flex, may I flex (Ayy-ayy)
May I flex, may I flex (Huh)
May I flex (Ayy), may I flex (Huh)
May I flex (Ayy-ayy), may I flex (Ayy)
May I, huh, may I, huh
May I, huh, may I, huh
May I, huh, may I, huh
May I, huh, may I, huh (Ayy)
Feel like Martin Luther, huh
Except I keep a Ruger, huh (Wooh!)
I can't sleep, she on my body
I tell her cut, no movie, huh, hey, ayy
May I flex, may I flex (Ayy-ayy)
May I flex, may I flex (Huh)
May I flex (Ayy), may I flex (Huh)
May I flex (Ayy-ayy), may I flex (SSET)
May I
[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Flex in the back of the matte truck
Yeah, I ride in the back of the Bach, huh
That's why I ride with the tints in the black truck
Bullet proof masked up, big .38 back, back, boy, back up
Infidelity run through me mind like my last name mother****in' Castro
And the ice by Gima but the shit came from Scotland the way I made the glass glow (Mwah)
Bitch, we steppin' on them niggas, ayy, steppin' on them niggas
Bitch, we reppin' on them niggas, bitch, we reppin' on them niggas
I'll blitz the **** nigga, I'll hit the **** nigga
I'll get up on him broad day and pop the nigga melon, uh
Left that nigga stank, tell me who gon' rob the bank?
Pull up ridin' in a tank, see my opp you know I crank
Hoes see me, yeah, they faint, lil' mama want a taste
Let me bust it in her face, better eat me on her lunch break
[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
May I flex, may I flex (Ayy-ayy)
May I flex, may I flex (Huh)
May I flex (Ayy), may I flex (Huh)
May I flex (Ayy-ayy), may I flex (Ayy)
May I, huh, may I, huh
May I, huh, may I, huh
May I, huh, may I, huh
May I, huh, may I, huh (Ayy)
Feel like Martin Luther, huh
Except I keep a Ruger, huh (Wooh!)
I can't sleep, she on my body
I tell her cut, no movie, huh, hey, ayy
May I flex, may I flex (Ayy-ayy)
May I flex, may I flex (Huh)
May I flex (Ayy), may I flex (Huh)
May I flex (Ayy-ayy), may I flex
May I
[Verse 2: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Haha, yuh, yuh, haha, yuh, okay
Let me Arnold Schwarzenegger, uh, we eat like I cater
Let me origami on 'em, huh, flexin' all my paper, may I (Yeah)
May I, may I, haha, okay, okay
I'm done with these niggas, done with these bitches, done
I only hunt them for fun (Yeah)
What the **** you mean, Palpatine?
How we be, evil, we do for none
Like a werewolf on a full moon night bright
Don't wanna end up on the other side of my knife
Like a contact lens, it's on sight
Die for my respect, die for my rights
Niggas don't want none, bitches don't want none
Hot ball out the park, okay, home run
Get on get done, okay, Homer
Pull up in a soup bowl, lookin' like wonton
[Outro: IceCat LaFlare]
Ayy man, R.I.P. my young nigga, man
Y'all already know what the **** goin' on, man
Y'all thought this shit was on standby? Nah, it's in motion
Shit in heavy motion
We addicted to this shit, we gon' keep this shit goin', yeah
Y'all know how I'm comin'
And if one of you niggas play, we gon' put a lil' sender back on your head, nigga, yeah
Yeah, nice lil' sender back, nigga
We'll let you niggas what the **** goin' on (Nah, nah, niggas trippin', you heard?) yeah
