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Flex Up Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Flex up cause you know we next up
We been getting to the bread trying run the check up
No Dee Dee in the laboratory Dexter
Had to cut the pharmaceuticals trying run the check up
Had to flex up then I hit my griddy
Brown paper bag on your head we leave you shitty
Tryna chase the racks headed for the millies
My bros the gold link ain't no shy glizzy
Wit my killies yeah we tryna chase racks uh uh
If it ain't about the millies don't hit me up nah uh
Moving real silent don't want get caught up
So i can't show no love I ain't talking choppa
But we still rolling gas
Tried to stop it for a minute
Now I'm back I'm on relapse
Im back up on this life shit
Like no more 220 on the dash
Ain't no two shit only number one we never last nahh
Yeah shoutout to the Brodie Problem Child
When I hit him for the gas he goin show up wit the hybrid
Yeah we sharing hoes but not cuffing nun wit mileage
And when we cuff a hoe we locked in bet not try it
Flex up cause you know we next up
We been getting to the bread trying run the check up
No Dee Dee in the laboratory Dexter
Had to cut the pharmaceuticals trying run the check up
Had to flex up then I hit my griddy
Brown paper bag on your head we leave you shitty
Tryna chase the racks headed for the millies
My bros the gold link ain't no shy glizzy
My lil bitch got aura but she got the vice Pandora's box
Dived up in her kitty now I'm dreadful I ain't talking locs
But there's something bout it tryna take the malice to the spot
Yeah she sumn like Molly she addictive take me up a notch
Now I'm cross fading with the za
She goin ride me like a cyclist drive me like a car
Ex hoe had to leave me cause of the blue bar
But she don't care if I'm leaning, should that tear us apart?
Flex up cause you know we next up
We been getting to the bread trying run the check up
No Dee Dee in the laboratory Dexter
Had to cut the pharmaceuticals trying run the check up
Had to flex up then I hit my griddy
Brown paper bag on your head we leave you shitty
Tryna chase the racks headed for the millies
My bros the gold link ain't no shy glizzy