Flex Lyrics

Flex on these kids today

Spittin but they need a bib today

When I got in ribs she said that she love it, might stay at the crib today

You ain't dead, got to live today

When I'm in the booth, I let off some steam

That never helps me I still feel on fire

I'm getting hotter, they want me to freeze

If I get colder, the flow ain't sick enough

Now I get better they want me to leave

How could I cry bitch I'm laughing with ease

Can't laugh with no fakes or hang with no snakes

11 then 13, don't bang with the jakes

Take the hand that I'm dealt and go handle my fate

Whatever it takes

I'm tough

I cannot play with you bums

Make you niggas work for better

Go add up the sums

He used to hate on a nigga, the vision, the bitches and now this nigga is my son

Cant tire, this barely a run

He looking like he miss his bitch, is she hairy or sumn?

Just keep walking on shit and this beat gonna hit like that check at the end of month

4000° how i started

Shit on the beat, you can't smell cuz I farted

Take niggas beats and do better, be honest

My lyrics too hot, i don't find y'all alarming

I gotta show 'em

Fan base growing

See her ass from the front

From the back Ima blow it

The bomb

Watch me blow up

Nice smile but militant like a soldier

Its over

Flex on these kids today

Spittin but they need a bib today

When I got in ribs she said that she love it, might stay at the crib today

You aint dead, got to live today

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