FLEXIN N’ FLASHIN

By SimxSantana

Released on July 5, 2019

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[Intro]

Oh snap


[Verse 1]

I put my foot on the gas, take off

I cannot let these boys pass me

Make a move and the scene gon' get nasty

He get jammed since he wanna be flashy

Keep a shooter on deck‚ tell him‚ "Blast him"

So you already know he gon' blast him

Mario Bros‚ smash him

He get hit with that Glock if he back in

I'll hit that shit, hold the neck

A chest shot'll break out his back

Smokin' dope in the back of the 'Bach (Of the 'Bach)

Got a Glock with a TEC 'round the neck ('Round the neck)

It's no warnings, he talk‚ he get stretched (Get stretched)

I don't like when they talk out their neck (Dawg)

If we comin', we comin' correct ('Rect)

Nah, if we comin'‚ we comin' with straps, facts

Bro throwin' bullets, he gettin' you picked off

Receive the pack like we just got the kick off

Shoutout to Yola, no Clifford, that's big dawg

Won't fuck your bitch 'cause she don't get my dick hard

Quick to spin right down your block (Uh)

No mask on, throw couple shots

Hit him up, ain't talkin' 2Pac

Lift him up, yes, you can get rocked (Uh)

I'll do my dance on that ho (On that ho)

Throwin' ones while she dance on the pole (On the pole)

I hit that shit on the low, psych

I hit that shit wit my bro (Uh)

Kick her out, that bitch gotta go (Gotta go)

She gon' make me late for my show (My show)

And she lovin' the way that I flow (Uh)

I'm hot, bitch, drop and roll (Uh)

Get with me (With me)

I'm catchin' vibes from Silly (From Silly)

They know I ride with killas (Killas)

And them killas know I get busy, facts

It get wicked (Uh)

And they know I stay on my pivot (My pivot)

Make a move and I swear you'll go missin'

Where he at? He swim with the fishes


[Chorus]

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' (Uh)

She doin' tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' (Uh)

My niggas spin it, cause madness

All y'all niggas bitches and cappin'

When we hit your block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Uh)

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin'

She doin' tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'

My niggas spin it, cause madness

All y'all niggas bitches and cappin'

When we hit your block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'


[Interlude]

Hold on, hold on, hold on

Yeah, gang shit, every day we mobbin'

We... he say I fell off, I don't...

Feel me, I'm just dustin' a lil' rust off, you hear me?

Hold on, hold on, uh


[Verse 2]

Step back, get hit like a rocket, pop it

I'm smokin' dope with my partner

Feet up, eatin' noodles, no lobster (No lobster)

Fuck want, nigga? You can get shot up

King dawg, swing dreads, no Rasta (Rasta)

My dawg Meer still king, Mufasa

Do my dance on that bitch with a choppa (With a choppa)

Like a bike with no brakes, you can't stop us

Hold up, hold up

Bro, shoot that shit up, they don't know us (No, bruh)

Got a Glock with a laser, come show up (Come show up)

Got a shooter on deck with a pole tucked

Saw that nigga in person, he froze up (Froze up)

The hollows had lit that man soul up (Soul up)

Hit that shit by they neck and they know us (Know us)

Smoking dope in the back of the Rover


[Chorus]

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' (Uh)

She doin' tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' (Uh)

My niggas spin it, cause madness

All y'all niggas bitches and cappin'

When we hit your block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Uh)

I'm in the trap with a bad bitch

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin'

She doin' tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'

My niggas spin it, cause madness

All y'all niggas bitches and cappin'

When we hit your block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'