Bili Ro$e - Flex! Lyrics

Flex!
Not out here tryina chase a check
Yes, wit no more time to second guess
Ex, she stole my heart left it a mess
Guess, it's these relations I detest
Like Kong i'm beating on my chest
Yet, these niggas never leave me stressed
Blessed, sometimes my mind be superplexed
Like like i'm lex Luger wit the flex
I thought some bitches had my back
When they just only held me back
Shit, she was about to let me drown
Ain't my description
How you supposed to hold me down
But under pressure
Is just how you make a diamond right
I got the glow
You see my aura still be shinning bright
Like candle light
These niggas can't hold a candle to me
She call me boss cuz every decision go through me
So lets get naughty, it's party pussy, party
Talking shit i guess that's what you call a potty mouth
You ask me where this convo headed then it's prolly south
You lookin hot
Girl gon let yo body out
Shout scream Ahh do it for pleasure
Know you like the way
I do it with no effort
Girl you know that I can do this shit forever
Lately numb to it all
I no longer feel no pressure
Flex!
Not out here tryina chase a check
Yes, wit no more time to second guess

Ex, she stole my heart left it a mess
Guess, it's these relations I detest

Like Kong i'm beating on my chest
Yet, these niggas never leave me stressed
Blessed, sometimes my mind be superplexed
Like, like i'm lex Luger wit the flex
I thought some niggas had my back
And they just only showed me that
Envy can turn you against ya day ones
Turn a day 1 to Draymond
These bitches think they value is more than they worth
These niggas low key gassed, sweet as dessert
I need my money like the landlord when he see the first
And if I die roll me in carriage
Be to clean for hearse
But I'm just tryina live
Weaving through the maze
And I need escape
That's why I medicate
Then feel like a hero, Edna say don't need no cape
I know some niggas pray I fall
They hope they see the day
Incredible yo bitch flexible like the Mrs
And you can call me bullseye cuz all my targets I'm hittin
And when I talk bout targets
Just know I'm talkin yo bitch is
She super hard headed
Just know she never gon listen
In need of my permission
From me you need the yes
You tote the heat
Because with the hands you sweet at best
You feel a ways nigga say it with ya chest

I got some niggas
Who will spray it through ya chest

I'm kiddin, I'm not really tryina leave a mess
I got a heart, not tryina leave your mom a wreck
I lost my ma', shit I don't need that kinda stress
I'd rather be
Disrespectful wit the flex