I gotta flex, I gotta flex (I gotta flex)
I gotta flex! , I gotta flex
[Hook][Dee-ro]
I gotta flex on these niggas, I drop a check on these niggas
Look at the wave we done built up
You looking mad because we different
I gotta flex, I gotta flex, these niggas they mad they looking upset
I gotta flex, I gotta flex, these niggas they mad they looking upset, hey! X2
[Verse 1][Dee-Ro]
I gotta flex for the 1 time
I drop a check for the 1 time
She looking' real stressed cuz she not mine
All I see is green no stop sign
Hammer tucked, walk in the club and we fuck it up
These niggas they know they can't fuck with us
They copy my shit and they study us, yeah
Man these niggas talked down on me
You can't get a fuckin pound homie
They used to dub me had a frown on me
Now I come through all smiles on me
I gotta flex drop a bomb
I got the world in my palm
I just be smoking' that strong
Me and 3rds time so you know thats a charm
I cannot take being last place
I see that they got on the mad face
Bad bitch in the cut, give me mad face
When I speed do the dash in a crash race
When I come through I flex and thats all day
Man that bitch so bad yeah she's naughty
Keep my foot on the gas and thats no brakes
My jewelry is frosted, thats no flakes
They know I go ape and thats no bape
I gotta work I can't take a break
I need a whip I can't take the train
While em clean man that boy a stain
These niggas they wilding thats all for fame
Nigga thats not how you make a name
Me and my niggas we go insane
Stay making this fire that propane
[Hook][Dee-Ro]
I gotta flex on these niggas, I drop a check on these niggas
Look at the wave we done built up
You looking mad because we different
I gotta flex, I gotta flex, these niggas they mad they looking upset
I gotta flex, I gotta flex, these niggas they mad they looking upset, hey!
[2nd Verse][3rd Minded]
No side trackin'
Im in my head till my bread stacking
Never catch me in the streets lacking
On sight you see action
Jay the type to be like
Fuck talk lets get it scrapping
We the type to be like I see no thing happen
Fuck talking to the ops
Fuck them and the cops
They hating on what they not
Imagine if I had a drop
Jay got the drip watch him drop, they fuckin with a different strain
Smoke going straight for your brain we tryna light up the block
I do not know writers block
I be a ghost rider if I want, bust a key when I stunt
I beat the bush and I keep it blunt
I keep a Kush rolled in a blunt
Funny how they say they some real niggas and try to check the authenticity but they ass front
3rd yes slash no
Im in the front going beastmode
For the east coast
Dont stress much got the cheatcode
In the stu blowing weed smoke ah
Cuz Im gonna flex on these niggas
I keep it no less with these niggas
But won't give my best to these niggas
I put em to rest give em slippers
It looks like they shaking
Wake and baking with the steez awakening
Better know who you is and who we are
You either with the steez or we let you starve
We either superstars or we shooting stars
Pull up to the stu with big booty broads
I swear lord if this isn't what I'm meant for
Stop me now cuz I'm way to far from being the goat
[Hook][Dee-Ro]
I gotta flex on these niggas, I drop a check on these niggas
Look at the wave we done built up
You looking mad because we different
I gotta flex, I gotta flex, these niggas they mad they looking upset
I gotta flex, I gotta flex, these niggas they mad they looking upset, hey! x2
