Told me stop and drop roll
I'm on fire
When you got pot full of gold
Everybody for high
I don't need no friend
Every body around me family
I'm just gets to the ends
Bengi grant
They f*ck wit me
Hold up now
Take it easy you gon kill em
This what they wanted
They gon get it
Unbelievable she wanna suck the meat off the bone
Bitch it's ligaments
Timid no more
The foreign make ya double take
By second look I'm gone
Money never go to voice mail
Answer the jack
Like how can I help
One order of Michael Philip
Un huh okay on my way
Additched to the green
As if this vegan lifestyle was for me
Was in class wit da CPA's and scholars
Was on the block with the shooters n robbers
Fount an in between
Getting the rubber bands n I (Got waves)
I came here to pave
They give out fades
Like it's a trends
I'm praying for the streets
They even hating in their dreams
I'm aware
I'm on a tear
I don't even care if I gotta cheat to win
Life life life ain't never been fair to
To me
Smoking the 12th grade
I'm the highest of them all
(Focus on da bigga picture)?
Yeah
Checks n sex
Fancy specs
Yeah I just flex
Flex on em
Flex on em
Flex on em
I been humble and
Watched my own downfall
Now ima asshole in training
(Yeah Please Eat a nathan)
In the club it's probably raining
She shaking ha ass for raise
She ain't even hired yet
Key werds hired yet
Yet again yes we lit
I've yet to see the shmoney they talk about
I smoke the gas n you niggas smoking hessi
I am foul
Damn near out of bounds
Love the town
But I gotta dip wit the sause
Come back wit da chicken like Rick Ross
Ooo
Ooo Loss nah I'm on winning street
Whip don't look real
Something outta Mario cart
I practice and wrote it like Bart
Get rich and f*ck theses thot
Papa need the dior shoes
He don't know his son a f*cking fool
The flexing is real yeah
Flexing amazing yeah
Flex on fridays 13th
F*ck outta here I'm flexing on bad luck
I'm flexing on officer chuck
After a ticket
I'm speeding again
Like f*ck the law
I risked it beat it raw
Skeeted and skated
Y'all
Who ooo yeahhhhh
You aint know I get the checks and sex
Checks n sex
Fancy specs
Flex I just flex
Flex flex on em
Flex flex on em
Flex flex on em
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Young Stef Wit Da Specs - Flex Lyrics
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Told me stop and drop roll
I'm on fire
When you got pot full of gold
Everybody for high
I don't need no friend
Every body around me family
I'm just gets to the ends
Bengi grant
They f*ck wit me
Hold up now
Take it easy you gon kill em
This what they wanted
They gon get it
Unbelievable she wanna suck the meat off the bone
Bitch it's ligaments
Timid no more
The foreign make ya double take
By second look I'm gone
Money never go to voice mail
Answer the jack
Like how can I help
One order of Michael Philip
Un huh okay on my way
Additched to the green
As if this vegan lifestyle was for me
Was in class wit da CPA's and scholars
Was on the block with the shooters n robbers
Fount an in between
Getting the rubber bands n I (Got waves)
I came here to pave
They give out fades
Like it's a trends
I'm praying for the streets
They even hating in their dreams
I'm aware
I'm on a tear
I don't even care if I gotta cheat to win
Life life life ain't never been fair to
To me
Smoking the 12th grade
I'm the highest of them all
(Focus on da bigga picture)?
Yeah
Checks n sex
Fancy specs
Yeah I just flex
Flex on em
Flex on em
Flex on em
I been humble and
Watched my own downfall
Now ima asshole in training
(Yeah Please Eat a nathan)
In the club it's probably raining
She shaking ha ass for raise
She ain't even hired yet
Key werds hired yet
Yet again yes we lit
I've yet to see the shmoney they talk about
I smoke the gas n you niggas smoking hessi
I am foul
Damn near out of bounds
Love the town
But I gotta dip wit the sause
Come back wit da chicken like Rick Ross
Ooo
Ooo Loss nah I'm on winning street
Whip don't look real
Something outta Mario cart
I practice and wrote it like Bart
Get rich and f*ck theses thot
Papa need the dior shoes
He don't know his son a f*cking fool
The flexing is real yeah
Flexing amazing yeah
Flex on fridays 13th
F*ck outta here I'm flexing on bad luck
I'm flexing on officer chuck
After a ticket
I'm speeding again
Like f*ck the law
I risked it beat it raw
Skeeted and skated
Y'all
Who ooo yeahhhhh
You aint know I get the checks and sex
Checks n sex
Fancy specs
Flex I just flex
Flex flex on em
Flex flex on em
Flex flex on em
I'm on fire
When you got pot full of gold
Everybody for high
I don't need no friend
Every body around me family
I'm just gets to the ends
Bengi grant
They f*ck wit me
Hold up now
Take it easy you gon kill em
This what they wanted
They gon get it
Unbelievable she wanna suck the meat off the bone
Bitch it's ligaments
Timid no more
The foreign make ya double take
By second look I'm gone
Money never go to voice mail
Answer the jack
Like how can I help
One order of Michael Philip
Un huh okay on my way
Additched to the green
As if this vegan lifestyle was for me
Was in class wit da CPA's and scholars
Was on the block with the shooters n robbers
Fount an in between
Getting the rubber bands n I (Got waves)
I came here to pave
They give out fades
Like it's a trends
I'm praying for the streets
They even hating in their dreams
I'm aware
I'm on a tear
I don't even care if I gotta cheat to win
Life life life ain't never been fair to
To me
Smoking the 12th grade
I'm the highest of them all
(Focus on da bigga picture)?
Yeah
Checks n sex
Fancy specs
Yeah I just flex
Flex on em
Flex on em
Flex on em
I been humble and
Watched my own downfall
Now ima asshole in training
(Yeah Please Eat a nathan)
In the club it's probably raining
She shaking ha ass for raise
She ain't even hired yet
Key werds hired yet
Yet again yes we lit
I've yet to see the shmoney they talk about
I smoke the gas n you niggas smoking hessi
I am foul
Damn near out of bounds
Love the town
But I gotta dip wit the sause
Come back wit da chicken like Rick Ross
Ooo
Ooo Loss nah I'm on winning street
Whip don't look real
Something outta Mario cart
I practice and wrote it like Bart
Get rich and f*ck theses thot
Papa need the dior shoes
He don't know his son a f*cking fool
The flexing is real yeah
Flexing amazing yeah
Flex on fridays 13th
F*ck outta here I'm flexing on bad luck
I'm flexing on officer chuck
After a ticket
I'm speeding again
Like f*ck the law
I risked it beat it raw
Skeeted and skated
Y'all
Who ooo yeahhhhh
You aint know I get the checks and sex
Checks n sex
Fancy specs
Flex I just flex
Flex flex on em
Flex flex on em
Flex flex on em
Writer: Stanley Stlouis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid