No Flex Zone (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Youngin, Golden Child
(Uuh) flex flex


[Verse 1]
No flex, zone (no)
Two grams, too sauced (woo)
Twist still smoking that good (yea)
Swisher Sweets or Blackwood (which ones?)
[?]
Still f*cking hoes in my hood
Bust a nut then bust a drug (bust it)
Everybody in this b*tch real Blood (Soo Woo)
I've been doing this sh*t for a minute (for a minute)
Fresh fade [?]
Told them about about to go blah
Off with ya head n*gga, seven to ya ass (damn)
No flex, I'm on
These n*ggas just a couple boys
Somebody tell Funk Flex I'm on
So my n*gga can drop a couple of bombs
Hot 97 what it do?
f*ck Charlamagne, you a b*tch (f*ck em)
sh*t, n*ggas outside like the Clippers getting red, get ya f*cking wig split
n*ggas outside like the Clippers
And I'm the mothaf*ckin point guard
How a n*gga gonna flex in a zone walk around with [?] report card?
Don't get ya car pulled, get ya car took, now you n*ggas gotta car pool
b*tches swimming with the killas, ain't no room for you fish, this is shark food (sharks)
Four days since I lay it down
Still walk around with ten chains on
Don't matter if a n*gga land in Tokyo (nope)
They still going to know my nameo
Twist them diamonds so cool
Twist them diamonds so nasty
You be that Young Money youngin
Is that why we see b*tches flashing?
Twist them diamonds so cool
Roll the blunts like [?] tubes
And I've been high since middle school
So that's why I dropped out of high school (God damn)
Got more paper than a teacher
Guess you can call that the right move
Walking down the house saying "What's a job n*gga?"
And ain't Devin but I'm that dude
Tell that b*tch what? "Cash rules"
So all on a n*ggas nuts, cashews
Pull out the di*k, b*tch glop it quick
Now that's what a n*gga call fast food (Young Money)
[Outro]
(Now that's fast)
Ya, young fooling
Young Money, Cash Money