Flex Lyrics

Hol' on flex!, I need that cheque to stunt on my ex

Pop the lean relieve stress, I don't sleep man I'm lurkin'

Catfishing with the' iPhone, what you been on? up in flight zones

Hol' flex!, I could do this with my eyes closed

Not really threatened by no op, I be posted with my gees tho

Shout out beezy that's a real one, Major bag he got major bag

Only winners in my circle, shake their legs like a miracle

They tryna step in my shoes, but ain't nobody can't test

I know they watching my moves, Hol' on flex!

Your shawty keep sending me texts, she tryna swing by my ends

Bet she gon' come with her friends, they bout to fuck the whole gang

Gang! Gang!

They talkin' down on the gang

My bro's ain't flexin' the same

Put some respect on the name

Gang! Gang!

They talkin' down on the gang

Put some respect on the name

My bro's ain't flexin' the same

Hol' on flex!, I need that cheque to stunt on my ex

Pop the lean relieve stress, I don't sleep man I'm lurkin'

Catfishing with the' iPhone, what you been on? up in flight zones

Hol' flex!, I could do this with my eyes closed

Not really threatened by no op, I be posted with my gees tho

Shout out beezy that's a real one, Major bag he got major bag

Only winners in my circle, shake their legs like a miracle

Father God Father God

These niggas tryn' fuck with the Gang

They say that they fams with the gang, but most of these niggas Ain't straight with gang

Better be tellin' no lies nigga you better be telling' no lies

Better be tellin' no lies nigga you better be telling' no lies

Better be tellin' no

Bitch I am not like the regular

Won't hold your hand at the cinema

I'll pull your hair like an animal

She wanna come by the house so she tried to reach out but my phone got no cellular

Yeah the iPhone got no cellular

But bitch I still put on the plug

Popping pills with my bros

Yeah the gang and some hoes

In the Benz poppin' smoke

Sports mode watch it go

These niggas is hatin' on me, wanna run up on me so I keep me a ting

I ain't never caught a body

Bitch I'm a corporate gangsta

Hol' on flex!, I need that cheque to stunt on my ex

Pop the lean relieve stress, I don't sleep man I'm lurkin'

Catfishing with the' iPhone, what you been on? up in flight zones

Hol' flex!, I could do this with my eyes closed

Not really threatened by no op, I be posted with my gees tho

Shout out beezy that's a real one, Major bag he got major bag

Only winners in my circle, shake their legs like a miracle

Father God Father God

These niggas tryn' fuck with the Gang

They say that they fams with the gang, but most of these niggas Ain't straight with gang

Better be tellin' no lie nigga you better be telling' no lies