[Intro: Imagine Creativity]
You know what little bug
Why haven't we never flexed on a bitch
Fuck it, let's just flex
[Chorus: Imagine Creativity]
Give me just a minute just to flex
Let me fucking flex
You know I'm running to the bank, cashing all my checks
Give me just a minute just to flex
Let me fucking flex
You know I'm running to the bank, gotta cash my checks
[Verse 1: Imagine Creativity]
I'm really broke and I'm really sad
I wanna go and kiss my dad
I got a boyfriend, his name is Brad
And I'm runnin around in his minivan
I said fuck the game and I said fuck the mission
I'm saying it once so you better listen
Like R. Kelly, I just straight up pissin
And that's why all of y'all get that yеllow vision
Whoa, how I switch up the flow, living the dream likе never before
I walked in one and I closed up the door
I left my team, you already know, like damn
Let me react, sure, put a new kid on the map
Scraping up haters like plaque, imagine
Got what they lack, I got what they lack cause I do it like that
And I run in the map and I run the damn track and I run until sacked
And I'm running it back and I'm running it back
And I'm running it back like whoa
Ah, fuck, I don't have any more lyrics
Uh, Little Bug, you think you can take it from here
Yeah, fuck it, let's go
[Chorus: Imagine Creativity]
Give me just a minute just to flex
Let me fucking flex
You know I'm running to the bank, cashing all my checks
Give me just a minute just to flex
Let me fucking flex
You know I'm running to the bank, gotta cash my checks
[Verse 2: LIL$ILCHAIN]
Dose off to this beat in the back of the car seat
See me lean, chill and draw me
I'm so finicky, Tom Tom, S-A-Z
Reaper on the track, I stay strapped with my mazi
Oh my god, I′m out of track like that
People say they want an old $ilchain back
The one who make raps feedback
Take that aim back
Oh my god, that verse was whack
Hang up the net, you in debt
Like bass, bro, I'm going in debt
Next hit, new best verse
Highs on the verse, but need to re-merge
Cause I′m hungry as a Mr. Beast's burger
Check it in, check it out
One more shot, no peace, I clout
When I say more, I′m like a father, I'm out
See no evil, so take your rights out, god damn
Give me just a minute just to fake flex
Call me Tony Stark, I got heart flex
People be taking it out on me
Never forgiven like Germany
All of you people never heard of me
[Chorus: Imagine Creativity & $uRly]
Give me just a minute just to flex
Let me fucking flex
You know I'm running to the bank, cashing all my checks
Give me just a minute just to flex
Let me fucking flex
You know I'm running to the bank, gotta cash my checks
[Verse 3: $uRly]
They fought me for my wallet, ya reaper
He is the prophet
I got drip, a broken faucet
Dababy pics in my pocket, yeah
Psych, fill it with tens
We go to McDonald′s, hop out of the Benz
I don't gotta try cause I′m bad at this shit
We got 40 nuggets, let's dash it, bitch
Yeah, ay, you know I′m trash
But I'm still better than your favorite track
Yeah, ay, I got your back
Just in my line, fuck on your dad
Yeah, wait, no suss
I pop a pen on the count up
We doing this music to prove it
Sometimes we lose it, ay
Yeah, you better move
I show up to school
Fortnite gun
We do it with no trolling
Fortnite fun
I finish this track
Fortnite done
Can anyone beat me
Fortnite none
I′m killing this shit
Fortnite won
Knock a bitch out
Fortnite punch
I tell a joke
Fortnite pun
Fortnite meme
Fortnite bruh
[Chorus: Imagine Creativity]
Give me just a minute just to flex
Let me fucking flex
You know I'm running to the bank, cashing all my checks
Give me just a minute just to flex
Let me fucking flex
You know I'm running to the bank, gotta cash my checks
[Verse 4: LilBug]
Let me punt a fucking bitch, I fucked her, now my dick is itching
Send her to the fucking kitchen, hold up I said you're on a mission
And get the bread so I can soak up all the red
This inflammation needs some meds
I'm on a spree, you'll end up dead, bitch
I'm pushing the limit, don't get in my business
I'm very committed like Jaden Smith
I get a whiff from all the hookers walking stiff
Looking down, my dick is stiff, damn Luke Bryan's on a cliff
Look up to him just like my dick and fill the pussy up like rick
Double upped, double up, rinky tinky tabby bitch
Lick lick lick my balls
And look I'm back, all the labels want me bad
I'm Lil Bug, I'm on the map, make bitches wet and sticky sad
[Chorus: Imagine Creativity]
Give me just a minute just to flex
Let me fucking flex
You know I'm running to the bank, cashing all my checks
Give me just a minute just to flex
Let me fucking flex
You know I'm running to the bank, gotta cash my checks
[Outro: Imagine Creativity]
Damn lil bug we just flexed so hard on a bitch
Oh, man. Yeah, they won't mess with us anymore. We're too cool
Oh, that's great to be a little bug. Hey
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