Flex Up (Studio Session)

Lyrics from Snippets [Intro: Playboi Carti] Bitch (Bitch), slatt Opps, yeah (Bitch), yeah Lean, Codeine, 'deine Lean, lean Blatt, bean What? [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Flex up, racks up Flex up, racks up Flex up, racks up Flex up, racks up Flex up, racks up I'm in this ho with a big cup Forty-five hundred a litre Forty-five hundred a litre I'm in this ho with a big cup It's forty-five hundred a litre I got Codeine in a white cup I got Codeine in a white cup I got Codeine in a white cup I'm in the trap with a white slut I fuck the bitch, she a white slut I got these bitches on white, yeah Racks up, racks up Racks up, racks up Flex up, racks up I'm tryna go shake, yeah I'm tryna go shake, yeah I'ma pick out the [?] I aim at the bank, I aim at the bank, yeah I aim at the bank, I'm killin' the bank, yeah I aim at the bank, yeah, I pick out the bank, yeah I bring out the—, yeah I bring out the case, yeah Aim at your face, yeah Aim at your face, yeah Pick out the rack, yeah I pick out the K, yeah I pick out the K, yeah I pick up the Drac', yeah Fuck on your bitch, yeah Aim at her face, yeah Come on your block, yeah Shoot at your bank, yeah Pick up the bank, yeah I pick up the, yeah, yeah I pick up the K, yeah I pick up the drac', yeah I slide on yo' block, yeah [?] face, yeah I don't catch face, yeah All I got is faith, yeah I'm tryna spray, yeah All I got is faith, yeah Shoot at ya' face, yeah Shoot at ya' face, yeah Spray it like mace, yeah I'm spraying like mace, yeah Spray it like mace, yeah I spray it like mace, yeah I spray out 'bout cake, yeah You spray 'bout some cake, yeah You spray 'bout some cake, yeah I came with the eight, yeah Came with them eighths, yeah I'm on the eight, yeah I'm rockin' with eight, yeah Get killed on a date, yeah My niggas won't wait, yeah Can't go on no date, yeah Can't go on no date, yeah I cannot wait, yeah I caught a opp lackin' yeah He was on a date, yeah I got a AP on my arm, my bitch got a back, yeah Shoot at ya' face, yeah I cannot wait I got some ho, ooh, ooh We goin' on dates, yeah These niggas be sippin' the green These niggas be sippin' the green I'm never sippin' the—, uh I'm never sippin' the green I'm poppin' shit, just like a bean, yeah I'm fallin' in love with codeine My baby she think I'm a fiend I really be servin' the fiends I'm rollin' on X and Codeine I'm rollin' on X and Codeine I'm rollin' on X and Codeine (Homixide) I'm poppin' with my X with codeine I'm doin' them drugs, mean I'm doin' them drugs, mean That white hoe love me That white bitch love me, hol' up, yeah ... I'm rocking them animal beans I take the— I take the bitch [?] beans I fuck the bitch when-, beans ... [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Six speeds, Bentleys, APs, that shit light (Light) Two-piece, FNs, red dots, chop your height (Height) His bitch posted us on her story, now he tight (Tight) My bitch, she know better, she do that and she might die (Die) I was buyin' Birkins at eighteen (Yeah, yeah) That's why she don't mind the B's, fuck you mean? (Woo) My Spur fatal, rock 'em, cradle (Grrt) I don't hang with brokes, I don't take advice (Boom) Niggas snitchin', meet in person, feds tapped bro device Spent a quarter like a hoarder, ball like Jerry Rice Yeah, 2020, lambo'd up, key'd up, tried to take it, I'm violin Big pressure, fucking niggas on, camping in the back now I'm plying in Fuck it up, yeah, I'm flying in, now the gangs on sliming in Drive through, can't find shit, niggas going broke flyin' private Tryna prove point still pussy, won't hang you without dying The B roll boutta call you in, call you in now we double up [Chorus: Future] Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Lambo') Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah ('Rari) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Lambo') Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah ('Rari) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Rover) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah [Post-Chorus: Future] Bet you won't get no murders out me Go tell the cops, I bet you won't get no murders out me (Rover) [Verse 3: Future] Flip flop, drop-top, swap out, four-door Rolls Pill poppers, head doctor, she swallow it up, woah, woah, woah Big as a Bronco, big-ass chopper, rings lightin' up, woah, woah, woah Hella boppers suck me proper, like to gobble, woah, woah, woah Richard Mille aquia, I'm flippin' that tilapia Turn the temperature way up, they can't get in the way of us Private invitational, but everyone is safe to come Gotta make my haters mad, give 'em somethin' to talk about Take a bitch from south of France, push her back to Waffle House Murder on the case, I had to spazz, fuck her doggystyle I don't know how to be a normal nigga, one thing I forgot I got blood then on the floor, but now I ball like basketball (Burr) Told you how to take the price up Yeah, I showed you how to cook wired up Didn't I told you "Go and get iced up?" Told the south hoes get wife'd up New rappers getting hyped up 'cause it's just dark, get your lights up Most of niggas don't like us 'cause the money made I swiped up (Burr-Burr-Burr) Had a water platinum ice cut Hit your block and break the dice up Free the wodies, got indicted, they see I'm moving in silent I got your boo on an iceland, had to come prove on a private I know you askin' the world about me, nigga, come see your digital Guarantee I never speak on lames in my interview Bet you won't get murders out me, talkin' to the general [Chorus: Future] Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Lambo') Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah ('Rari) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Lambo') Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah ('Rari) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Rover) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Tell the cops) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah Bet you won't get no murders out me