Flexin

[Chorus: Stuey Rock]

I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em

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[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

I'm flexing on em' I'm stepping on 'em

Giuseppes on and them hoes love it

Pussy nigga try flexing on us

I'll whoop your ass like you stole something

Ho be like can I hold something

I don't let them hoes hold nothing

Fake niggas wear fake chains with fake ice

That's cold fronting

You don't do it like me nigga

You ain't got to like me nigga

Got beef don't talk just do it

Get checked like Nike nigga

Hundred K in my white T nigga

Make a movie like Spike Lee nigga

If it weren't for the rap then it's back the trap

White girl like Ice-T nigga

Popped a molly, she rolling

I'm sipping lean, slow motion

I'm high as fuck but I'm swervin'

I'm flexing on 'em Hulk Hogan

And we loaded young rich niggas

We don't fuck with no bitch niggas

Prolly fucking your bitch nigga

Got a condo on my wrist nigga like woah

[Chorus: Stuey Rock]

I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em

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[Verse 2: Future]

I blast off in a space coup

I'm way fresher than a tie and suit

That girl head was so good

I had to nickname her Snaggletooth

I'm awesome, I'm gnarly

I'm a rockstar, I'm way flyer than you

I'm Keller, I'm Bunguy, your girlfriend on my bullseye

I got to salute my plug, my plug he made me rich

I got to salute my homies, they turned up in this bitch

A bunch of bad girls in the club tonight

They want to take a nigga home

They want to go on that flight

I'm an astronaut and I'm an alien

And in this car with me is an immigrant

Them two doors they lift up and that turbo that's a robot

I'm leanin', I'm leanin', that drink taste like soda pop

Holiday, you got a classic, no Reebok

[Chorus: Stuey Rock]

I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em

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[Verse 3: T.I.]

I got mansions out in them hills boy

I count bills with them mils boy

What's quarter mil for that ass is

That Bentley came with them wheels boy

Got big chains with that VS1

War zone, we used to be at one

Eastside North Vietnam

If it's a check out there we finna be at one

I Put money in the duffel

Tell the plug he can give me a couple

Take it back to the trap make it double

I'm in the game for the love of the hustle

Nobody out to get money do it better than I

With a bunch of bad bitches and we traveling high

I've been the shit since Grove Park Douglass High

Im from zone one Bankhead, repping the side

When I'm hanging at the rack quarter mill on my neck

Everywhere I go these bitches be on my nuts

Nah her booty ain't big enough

You suckas don't do shit big as us

You don't like me get them millions up

Otherwise I can't hear you bruh

I said otherwise I can't hear you bruh

What'd you say I can't hear you bruh

[Chorus: Stuey Rock]

I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em

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