FLXR lyrics

[Chorus]
Im on the x, make sure your dead
Swerving them diamonds we bringing out yeah
And we geeked out yeah
Swerving my coupe and he talking about net (Huh)
In my space coupe yeah (Yeah)
Turn it up and we turn up yeah
Got em' in timbs, vetements
Got em' in timbs and we swerving it yeah
Huh, huh, huh, huh
This one smokes imma' send him to God
Pulling that chopper im sending him far
Got them in diamonds ain't talking about yall
Rick Owen feet we step on them boots
Sheffing him up cuz my name Puss In Boots
Walk em' down I might flеx that woah
Walk em' down I might flex that woah(Woah)

[VERSE]
Felt likе im in Atlanta
Came like im Molly Santana (Molly Santana)
Came in that coupe like bruce banner
Know this is x when im talking in manners
Begging for my cash and I spent
Tryna talk no you know we cash in
University blues know we got them
SRT know we swerving know we got them
[BRIDGE]
Damn don't
Damn don't
Too many guns in the trap I might take them
Too many liars imma break them
People Tryna chat to me I tell em to bake off
Hell na people Tryna swing know its game on
People find that boy he's long gone
Huh people Tryna find that
People Tryna find that (Huh)
Better not find that (Huh)
Know this x that be talking
Hundreds of mils how we find that (Huh, huh)
Nothing but flex (Yeah, woah)
Nothing but flex (Yeah, woah)
Nothing but flex
Nothing but flex
Nothing but flex
Huh yeah SRT
Swerving that coupe we're in SRT's
Gotten my diamonds they chilling with me (huh)
Gotten my diamonds with me (yeah)
Got my bands up (huh)
Gotten my bands up (yeah)
Got my bands up (huh)
Gotten my bands up (yea—)
[Chorus]
Im on the x make sure your dead
Swerving them diamonds we bringing out yeah
And we geeked out yeah
Swerving my coupe and he talking about net (Huh)
In my space coupe yeah (Yeah)
Turn it up and we turn up yeah
Got em' in timbs, vetements
Got em' in timbs and we swerving it yeah
Huh, huh, huh, huh
This one smokes imma' send him to God
Pulling that chopper im sending him far
Got them in diamonds ain't talking about yall
Rick Owen feet we step on them boots
Sheffing him up cuz my name Puss In Boots
Walk em' down I might flex that woah
Walk em' down I might flex that woah (Woah)

[OUTRO]
Talking to me this is cyber
Feeling the underground cypher
Swerving that gas
Got a 100+ cash
Got em up flexing my bandz (huh)
Got em balenciaga
Gave my wifey prada
Came like a number one shotta
Spraying that choppa
Spreading cash a lot
Got a hundred…
My blick got a lazer
Put a switch on my tazer
Wipe him em out like an eraser
Ballin like an number one player
Huh know how we do (Yeah)
Shorty wanna come with the woo
Gave her diamonds cuz she blue
Got my son in some ricks
Put em up with the stick (Yeah)