Flex on flex

By Fotrill

Released on January 1, 2018

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Flex on flex on flex

Look at this gold on my neck

That girl you've been trynna impress

I just pulled her with one text

Flex on flex on flex, (flex)

Look at this gold on my neck, (ice)

That girl you've been trynna impress, (ooh)

I just pulled her with one text, (yuh)

Flex on flex on flex, (flex)

Ya chick said she likes how I dress, (ayy)

My .45's just like my ex

It'll bang anyone no questions asked, bitch

Me on my worst day is like you on your best

All these pills got me tweaking like I got turrets

Me and Kris with the ice are just chasing this bread

If you talk down on Schleepers we come at ya neck, ooh

I just be breaking down ganja, (yuh)

Rollin it up in a swisher, (gas)

She top me off and then she swallow, (what)

But then you went and you kissed her, (blah)

Looking how I drip with the sauce

Couple diamonds on my fist drippin' like Voss

Don't touch my clothes or ask about the cost

Hoes in my face, swerve 'em, I can't fuck with thots, ooh

Looking how I drip with the sauce

Couple diamonds on my fist drippin' like Voss

Don't touch my clothes or ask about the cost

Hoes in my face, swerve 'em, I can't fuck with thots

Fool thinking that his bitch really loves him

Send him a video where we fucking

Now he getting real heated like an oven

But my outfit cost more than his truck bitch

Why they always hatin' when every day I prove 'em wrong?

Don't get them Walmart hand near me, this shit is Louis Vuitton

Flex on flex on flex, (flex)

Look at this gold on my neck, (ice)

That girl you've been trynna impress, (ooh)

I just pulled her with one text, (yuh)

Flex on flex on flex, (flex)

Ya chick said she likes how I dress, (ayy)

My .45's just like my ex

It'll bang anyone no questions asked, bitch