Flexed Up Lyrics

Yeah, I'm flexed up

I'm next up, I had to get that bag right

Yo bitch on my dick

My wrist so sick, no, she can't act right

Diamonds stay on point it be too hard for me to choose

Gotta bad bitch on my left

She get me right, she count the blues

Yeah, I'm flexed up

I'm next up, I had to get that bag right

Yo bitch on my dick

My wrist so sick, no, she can't act right

Diamonds stay on point it be too hard for me to choose

Gotta bad bitch on my left

She get me right, she count the blues

I'm NNB, bae, you can't get it yo way

Yeah, I'm sorry I do what I want

No there's a risk I won't take, gotta get to the cake

I'mma stack on the bread till i'm gone

My bae she doin' the most

We pull up off in a ghost

Yeah, they fuck with the kid cause he dope

Told you my wrist been on froze

And my neck is on cold

Now yo bitch wanna fuck with the goat

What you been on

Trap game is strong

If she wan' fuck then she can not stay long

Grind for my spot, for the moment be ready

If I shoot the glock then I'm keepin' it steady

Thug with my boys yeah we keepin' them mops

Told you these Yeezys, I ain't wearin' no Crocs

Ice be all on me, if you run up on me

You must dummy we keepin' them chops

Yeah, I'm flexed up

I'm next up, I had to get that bag right

Yo bitch on my dick

My wrist so sick, no, she can't act right

Diamonds stay on point it be too hard for me to choose

Gotta bad bitch on my left

She get me right, she count the blues

Yeah, I'm flexed up

I'm next up, I had to get that bag right

Yo bitch on my dick

My wrist so sick, no, she can't act right

Diamonds stay on point it be too hard for me to choose

Gotta bad bitch on my left

She get me right, she count the blues