Flexiko lyrics

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I see twelve ride right past them
If I see a Opp I just might blast him
Damn my cup be muddy just might crash damn
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My n*ggas brought the block to the class damn
Designer to the socks how we flex on them

I just f*ck his thot
Why deez n*ggas so simp
Dirty up my pop
I sip lean like pimp
No I can not lack
Keep that Glock all on my hip

I count lots of racks
Why my chains on p*ss
Yea my shoes be ricks
Why these n*ggas so sick

Poppin all these tags
Just might bag yo b*tch
See a opp I just might blast
Heard you tryna sneak diss
Got them Glocks wit dem beams
No I cannot miss
My shooter got a stick
We got lots of blicks

So muh guap I can't pay attention
You love that b*tch
She come through smoke jit
We off that gass
Yea Im high sh*t
In love wit that b*tch
Im just tryna shash it
Classic , pull up in a fast whip
Space ship
f*ck that thot and then I dip
And my kids all on her lip
Hold my stick she hold that clip

All my b*tches trill
All this monеy
Yea all my n*ggas gone peal
Yеa all my b*tches gone kill
She down for the thrill
All my b*tches be trill
All this lean can't feel
All this lean can't feel
Off this lean no pills

Keep that scale
I got bags to sale
Hit the block
Its the trap for real
Hit the block
I gots sacks for real
I got bag so much
Stacks i spent at sacks

(yuh)
I see twelve ride right past them
If I see a Opp I just might blast him
Damn my cup be muddy just might crash damn
(yuh)
My n*ggas brought the block to the class damn
Designer to the socks how we flex on them

I just f*ck his thot
Why deez n*ggas so simp
Dirty up my pop
I sip lean like pimp
No I can not lack
Keep that Glock all on my hip

I count lots of racks
Why my chains on p*ss
Yea my shoes be ricks
Why these n*ggas so sick

Poppin all these tags
Just might bag yo b*tch
See a opp I just might blast
Heard you tryna sneak diss
Got them Glocks wit dem beams
No I cannot miss
My shooter got a stick
We got lots of blicks