Toxic Flexer - 607, Errol Westbrook

Don’t think cuz you can see me you can feel me

Don’t text me when them exes do you filthy

Charge it to the game I ain’t gone let you bill me

When they same my name they talkin bout millions

(Keep up)

I’m a vet, (plugged in)

I’m a old playa

I’m a vet, (plugged in)

I’m a old playa

I’m a vet, (plugged in)

I’m a old playa

Plugged in, I can’t buy nothin less it’s wholesale

Mug-gin is for youngins I’m legit

And they can’t see me cuz I’m sittin behind tint

But they can smell me cuz I’m somethin like the shit

And the circumference of my circle keep me lit

Say what bitch?

I can’t hear ya cuz this paper hella loud

You ain’t no smoker if you chiefin by the ounce

Say if you really love yo Rollie buss it down

Toxic flexer and a stepper watch ya mouth

Ambient lighting her Italian leather orange

We fucked y’all head up wit them his and hers foreigns

Didn’t post one flick of them hoes

Only mentioned it cuz we bout to get rid of them hoes

I’m the maitre’d of everything you hate to see

You wanna save her I ain’t no hater that’s ok wit me

I’m just tryna, get behind her when she dancin

And hit her like interest after promotional financing

I remember when a nigga asked me what are those?

And eatin noodles outta country crock butter bowls

For all intents and purposes, my life been merciless

Don’t know me then Don’t judge me by my purchases