InternetFlexer Lyrics

He just uh, internet flexin

Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin

Boy been talkin' fuckin' reckless

Reckless, reckless, reckless, reckless

Now you got a target

On your fuckin' back

When they get a gun, they don't know how to act

Everybody actin' like

Actin' like they can't get touched

And get snatched

But one bullet in the head

Will have a boy thinkin' different

Tell my boy to stay alert

And pop a perk

And have his glock

I'm gonna lurk

I told that boy to get a merc

If he ain't do it, pop a shirt

If he ain't gaspin

Then I know it didn't hurt

And I'm wishin' on Timmy terry fairy

To been Told that boy to get a scary chopper

Yopper on my side

I get this gaupa when I ride

I told that boy to spin a block

Like I spin a track

Like a merry-go-round

I run it back, ayy

Flexin' on the internet

Can get you whacked, uh

Don't talk that shit

I only know you talkin' cap, ayy

No hat with no brim

That's all fuckin' cap

But fuck you talkin

Little bitch a motherfucker

Get it smack

And that opp was fuckin' mad

And I sold his mama a rock

That boy was talkin' crazy

Got rocked

Then this motherfucker got dropped

And they still be mournin' Jay

How bout them bitches dig up his grave

And the paramedics came

They say they was too damn late

Why you try to cover your face

We already saw your face

And that big boy was tryin' to hide

Bitch, where the fuck you gonna hide

Too many opps fuckin' died

Shit, why you talkin'

And I don't fuck with no faggot

Get around the toe tag him

Got his body bag, I wrapped him

Got this glock, I'm bout to pack him

And it's been two years

And they still ain't done shit

The fuck they doin', lil' boy

They motherfuckin' smokin

Get smoked up in that spliff

I don't give a fuck

Them * tell me get bucked

But fuck you talkin', lil' *

Come and taste this pump

And the fuck you tryin' to play

Them crips they all shit

S.O.B. Been runnin' shit

But now they dead, BITCH

And they dead

All I see is red

Long black, it's that lil' bitch's head

Lil' bitch, I'm gettin bread

Lil' Joppa hit his head

Leave a boy fuckin' dead

Bullet when out his fucking head

I don't fuck with no fed

Flexin' on the internet

Can only get you killed,

Stop talkin' on that shit

Lil' boy, that guy is Jay killed

Why the fuck I need to talk

Why the fuck I need to talk

On shit that already happened

They is dead, opps

Lil' bitch come in, got put in a box

Motherfucker, I got that big ass fuckin' chop

Let the shit pop, like kids bop

Fuck he talkin', don't talk to opps

Fuck that shit, stay in the ground

Rot now, like them bugs

Lil' boy, they crawlin' out

You just an internet boy

Stop flexin' now

Stop flexin' now