Flex III Lyrics

I got them gold teeth, white stones, hella bones

Mask on, Tinder thots blow up my telephone

Vagabond, I'm on my own no need to tag along

Flexing on, flexing on these motherfuckers, uh

Gold teeth, white stones, hella bones

Mask on, Gucci Glocks and AKs decked in chrome

What you on? Shots of patron straight to the dome

Flexing on, flexing on these motherfuckers, uh

We thirtyt deep, take over the club

I'll buy out all the bottles, probably smoke up on this dub

We bumping Volume four in that Lincoln with the subs

A magnet for the bitches, ima let her smoke this blunt after blunt, yuh

Pull up in that Lambo, ima leave them in disbelief

They say that Almighty is a thief

But only when I got your bitch clapping cheeks

But that's just me

Fuck I look like wearing broke boy And1 sneakers?

Got my Gucci shoes and firearm

I might just be the reaper

You are an underachiever please don't step to me

I can see that Faded Glory drip you ain't out flexin' me

Is that your girlfriend? Yeah buddy she obsessed with me

Money is the motherfuckin' recipe to flex all on my enemies

Gold teeth, white stones, hella bones

Mask on

Gold teeth, white stones, hella bones

Mask on

I got them gold teeth, white stones, hella bones

Mask on, Tinder thots blow up my telephone

Vagabond, I'm on my own no need to tag along

Flexing on, flexing on these motherfuckers, uh

Gold teeth, white stones, hella bones

Mask on, Gucci Glocks and AKs decked in chrome

What you on? Shots of patron straight to the dome

Flexing on, flexing on these motherfuckers, uh