FLEX (Radio Edit) Lyrics

You just love the facts, the facts, the facts, the facts on the stage

Or whoever really run it, oh

Well you will get clocked if I stop it

I know what you do with that

And maybe one day his kids

Something that'll live for

A bigger or wider, it really don't matter

I cock like shit, pop it like it blow, like snot pockets

And I don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

So I'ma talk about a little bit of that

Whip a new bitch, I'm always up in it

I'm back on my 66, 66, shit

You leave it or you take it

Plus I keep it on lock, like I'm part of the jam

Fuck a deal when I already made ya

Oops, not me, came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Where my niggas pop rocks and lock locks

No I'm not

If I don't diss another nigga, you don't get that issue

Pop a Glock and pop a drop, I got someone to like to stop you

They say Trojans never breathe, but it ain't that

Watch me blow like I exhale this rap shit

Think it's time you and I need to call it quits

I cock like shit, pop it like it blow, like snot pockets

Before I took another shot, goddammit I got red as block

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

And they tryna lock me down like they own that shit

I can't take it back now, my city needs me, I gotta win

Tryna make me vanish like they was a magician

I'm a gentleman, women tell me my wisdom is different

They will try to break you, show that it is wrong

That you can't fall down

And I'm not like that rapper

So hot and real real, so they got enough of me

And that's real life that I was into

Ain't loved by my family tree

That they give when they participate and we look down

And I apologize for not walking you around

If they saw your shit, they'd probably try to talk to me

Or see my mother with a problem child that ain't free

I'm on my 80 though with my baby

They tryna find the best in me

And you can't lock me down, so what you gonna do

Rev up the Lamborghini and hail it for you

And she cookin, keep up, a child like it's sacred

And they tryna lock me down like they own that shit

They prefer to go to parties or participate in shootings

It's fucking immaculate to wear your daughter's fucking dicks

And the life I live is hell, see

I never thought I'd see when I write better lyrics

All they do is copy, see

Off sites who give me three and a half

When they see that need only can't help but laugh

Who look down on the kind of people who stand in faces

A lot of beautiful conversation can fall in love

You killed a nigga, I stole a bottle, is that a sin

When I listen to the crowd, they give me the moon, fade, fade

When they give you no privacy

Put your flashlight to me, what do you see

And they give when they participate and we look down

Yes, they give us bitches round, dogs around

When I write down lyrics, all they do is copy

I respect this more, real

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga

When they give you no privacy

Put your flashlight to me, what do you see