FLEX
• Written by TR33ZY
Young money, yo (2), mmh !
This bitches don't flex,
They telling me money is what I do hate,
Tell em bitches ain't rich,
Look at my flesh biggy vibes, what a flex!
I ride on his dicks,
Still what I do want is Yves Saint Laurent,
All this diamonds are cooler, so Rick is the ruller,
Your chains are all shame,
Try BIG ASS CHAIN,
You gon drippin like him,
Not like that thang,
All this hoes fuckin em,
They tryna to flex,
So bitch what's the thing,
You acting like Thula, is a thing we don't pull up,
And we ain't gon do that,
Showing off you are lame,
Imma gon flex with ma diamonds, ma chains and ma Ferrari,
Imma fill the safe with lots of cash nigga,
I ain't a cheetah, barbie queen ain't a bottom feeder,
Oh yeah I'm godbless, I'm success no more fuck stress,
Rapgod, shotta, guerilla, the killer,(HUGA)!
Rapping ma thing,
Ain't no more boos in ma song,
Millions of cash,
But you a real reaper,(SKRRT)11
Gimme the thing that I want,
Fill up the safe not the tank,
Gon pay you no benjis man,
Unless you do what I do want,
Or else KIW KARASH like Karate man(HUYA),
Imma chop ya baby boo don't eat that,
So I do keep up like Derek Jeter,
999 on tha wall,
Keep it fast,
Don't watch it back,
Cause demons are feeders,
All this niggas are haters not cheaters,
I'm sure they gon mess up,
Plus QUEEN is my name don't call me by my name,
You talking lots of shit,
BARDIE GANG!
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TR33ZY
Member since January 1 2021