Bayden Records
Verse 1 (Norff)
Play no game, leave no hate
Big spill, I got a big ‘ole tray
When we reach the top, we’ll make it rain
Still the same, we don’t use chicks
Flexin’ hard, I’m so tough
Go and hide it from the mud
Call for me, what’s my card?
Flexin’ hard, we’re killing it
You feeling me?
You stole my flow, are you digging me?
You almost thought of killing me
No side, I’m still learning it
You have to play, we don’t do games
Flow we sweat, why you lit?
We don’t do Oz, we just do days
I never sweat, I flip the same
Turn down the beat, it’s just too flex
Oh my God, who is there?
We don’t do brief, I’m at they neck
I am the God, fuck your plans
I strike this chord, and I’m so sick
You love girls, but got no D
With this chick, I move my ass
If she’s good I give her F
Give her the bone, take the neck
I am so cold, never cased
Why not?
Flexin’, flexin’, flexin’
Norff, Flexin’
Square Lee, Flexin’
Gee Mak, Flexin’
In my zone, flexin’
Gang, flex it
Guns, trippy
Girls, trippy
Oh? Yeah
Flexin’, flexin’, flexin’
Flexin’ on my gang
(Gang, gang!)
Verse 2 (Square Lee)
Come out the big comb
Sting like a bee
No flex, no swole
You need parental, coming out and flexin’ hard
Hard on this beat, woah
And I’m going hard on the streets, trippy instrumentals
Let me roll, three four Bs
I’m in the Spelling Competition
I’m fucking gold, who the fuck are you?
You a fucking joke
King of all the broccoli
I don’t want to look at your jeans, hers
And I dive in, man I look so high I could shop in the lake at the highway sign
Salvage and savage, rushing in, decapatate ‘em
Flex away
Hold up, look up, videos, caused to make a lie look alive
I got a quick montage as I whirlwind in a whirlpool with these four girls and then we carry on menage
Fast and fur-ious, they gang
The bitches take off the vest and look
That’s why I sit here and watch the world
I sweat it away, the universe needs to reconsider
You and I, we the two I’m talking about
Yeah, of course, two boys can frame a play
Posted up, boys can trap, fire!
Posted, boys, come far
Posted, boys, can write
Posted, boys, play key
Please, boys, come through
Girls, trippy
Oh? Yeah
Flexin’, flexin’, flexin’
Flexin’ on my gang
(Gang, gang!)
Verse 3 (Gee Mak)
I’m in this bitch, almost throw up
Took her home from the club
Probably when I ate that sushi
Too many qs to be asking
Flexin’ it by the heart beat
Bitch can you take it down to my new level
I heard that you one short
My track got lost when sent to mastering
I need you keep up baby, with the fast leg step
Last leg chop means no stop
Look at and reflect in your Amigo
Treat me like a Casino
Play me nude like in the movie
Until I’m in the news, in your face
I’m fucked, don’t flex with me
Let me relax, I’m gonna need five hours
After that I’m still the same
You came and those fucking legs
Fuck niggas calling my name
I can’t even live if it ain’t a fast space
And I be sticking to my pace
I take you vroom vroom, stick you
Till you on my face
Detoxify needs his place
In the club up all with me
Then I take it away, trippy
I bet you like it when I do the cha
Like “Oh ya”, I’m a sum, ya
I’m nearly hungover to ya
Like Mario, but 2Pac
Killin it, it’s bo-ya
Let me get it in, stick it in, too deep, sweet spot
And I’m real in it, reeling it, take a lady’s babies
And she take mine when it goes all over her cheek
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