Flex

[Intro]

(Hahahaha, The Young Nav Michael)

[Chorus: REID B2WN]

These niggas claim that they fuck with me (No)

Look young and paid with these stacks on me

I never used to get it, came up off road

So I had to get it on my own

Oh shit, run a cheque, yeah

Oh shit, it's a flex, yeah

Is it the Rollie or the Patek? Nah

I need more diamonds on my neck, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Nines]

"Nines, how you still flippin' haze?"

I ain't grinding, this shit sells itself like my triple A's

All this weed, we ain't runnin' out of flavours

Their re-up's in the post and mine's is coming in containers, uh

I was gonna bring him in, help him do a grow

Coulda been in crop circle on our UFO

My little nigga lost a nina, that ain't a loss to Nina

Fam, I had a hundred birds stuck in Costa Rica

I just copped a thousand rounds for the Glock

Can't find your yard? I'll spray up every house on your block

It ain't back, fam, these packs got me up, the gamble on