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Verse 1 (Norff)

Play no game, leave no hate

Big spill, I got a big ‘ole tray

When we reach the top, we’ll make it rain

Still the same, we don’t use chicks

Flexin’ hard, I’m so tough

Go and hide it from the mud

Call for me, what’s my card?

Flexin’ hard, we’re killing it

You feeling me?

You stole my flow, are you digging me?

You almost thought of killing me

No side, I’m still learning it

You have to play, we don’t do games

Flow we sweat, why you lit?

We don’t do Oz, we just do days

I never sweat, I flip the same

Turn down the beat, it’s just too flex

Oh my God, who is there?

We don’t do brief, I’m at they neck

I am the God, fuck your plans

I strike this chord, and I’m so sick

You love girls, but got no D

With this chick, I move my ass

If she’s good I give her F

Give her the bone, take the neck

I am so cold, never cased

Why not?

Flexin’, flexin’, flexin’

Norff, Flexin’

Square Lee, Flexin’

Gee Mak, Flexin’

In my zone, flexin’

Gang, flex it

Guns, trippy

Girls, trippy

Oh? Yeah

Flexin’, flexin’, flexin’

Flexin’ on my gang

(Gang, gang!)

Verse 2 (Square Lee)

Come out the big comb

Sting like a bee

No flex, no swole

You need parental, coming out and flexin’ hard

Hard on this beat, woah

And I’m going hard on the streets, trippy instrumentals

Let me roll, three four Bs

I’m in the Spelling Competition

I’m fucking gold, who the fuck are you?

You a fucking joke

King of all the broccoli

I don’t want to look at your jeans, hers

And I dive in, man I look so high I could shop in the lake at the highway sign

Salvage and savage, rushing in, decapatate ‘em

Flex away

Hold up, look up, videos, caused to make a lie look alive

I got a quick montage as I whirlwind in a whirlpool with these four girls and then we carry on menage

Fast and fur-ious, they gang

The bitches take off the vest and look

That’s why I sit here and watch the world

I sweat it away, the universe needs to reconsider

You and I, we the two I’m talking about

Yeah, of course, two boys can frame a play

Posted up, boys can trap, fire!

Posted, boys, come far

Posted, boys, can write

Posted, boys, play key

Please, boys, come through

Girls, trippy

Oh? Yeah

Flexin’, flexin’, flexin’

Flexin’ on my gang

(Gang, gang!)

Verse 3 (Gee Mak)

I’m in this bitch, almost throw up

Took her home from the club

Probably when I ate that sushi

Too many qs to be asking

Flexin’ it by the heart beat

Bitch can you take it down to my new level

I heard that you one short

My track got lost when sent to mastering

I need you keep up baby, with the fast leg step

Last leg chop means no stop

Look at and reflect in your Amigo

Treat me like a Casino

Play me nude like in the movie

Until I’m in the news, in your face

I’m fucked, don’t flex with me

Let me relax, I’m gonna need five hours

After that I’m still the same

You came and those fucking legs

Fuck niggas calling my name

I can’t even live if it ain’t a fast space

And I be sticking to my pace

I take you vroom vroom, stick you

Till you on my face

Detoxify needs his place

In the club up all with me

Then I take it away, trippy

I bet you like it when I do the cha

Like “Oh ya”, I’m a sum, ya

I’m nearly hungover to ya

Like Mario, but 2Pac

Killin it, it’s bo-ya

Let me get it in, stick it in, too deep, sweet spot

And I’m real in it, reeling it, take a lady’s babies

And she take mine when it goes all over her cheek

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