Flexin’ lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro]
(Melo)
(You see Kamale, straight away, yeah)
Uh, look, why the f*ck you got that blixky chain on, n*gga?
Take it off (Look, look)
(Traphouse Mob)

[Chorus]
All the opp n*ggas know I be flexin' (Flexin')
I did fifteen on my check-ins (Check-ins)
Big Louboutin when I'm steppin' (Steppin')
Big .38 for the weapon (Weapon)
Woo, woo
All the opp n*ggas know I be flexin' (Flexin')
I did fifteen on my check-ins (Check-ins)
Big .38 for the weapon (Weapon)

[Verse]
We gon' hit him and finish him, nobody innocent
If you ain't dead, better lay down (Lay down)
All the judge give us sentences, free all my menaces
All on the island like, "What now?" (What the f*ck is up, n*gga?)
Flossy the jungle where n*ggas gon' rumble
I aim at your head, we don't spray ground
We gon' shoot one or two, we gon' boom up the room
Back out the chop', we gon' spray rounds (Grrt)
See that .40 on me hold a forty-clip
I bet I make his ass do forty flips (Forty flips)
Sheff G, sauce him up
Sheff G told me, "Sauce him up" (Sauce that n*gga)
Woo, f*ck KiKi
Tell Shanie he can suck a di*k (Bah, bah)
Bullets makin' him sleepy like Hallow
One in the head if a n*gga wan' follow (Yeah)
n*ggas only respect you because your brother (Uh)
Double-punched you and you called your mother (Uh, uh)
That's what brothers do for one another
That's the only reason I ain't put you under (Uh, uh)
That double G will make a n*gga cry (Cry)
Smokin' big KiKi till a n*gga high (Bye-bye)
I can't trust a b*tch 'cause these b*tches line (Nah)
And that's how a couple my n*ggas died (Nah)
Yeah, I'm big 092, woo (Melo)
I'm posted on the lanes, I be flossin' (Woo)
Bentley truck when I'm slidin', my b*tches exotic
My hands off the wheel when I'm parkin' (Parkin')
Jayy West told me, "Get the cash"
Amiri the denims, don't ask what it cost though (Go get that cash, n*gga)
He get nailed to the cross if he SRK
Let's talk about it if you feel a way (Grr)
n*gga, everythin' K, big 24
Don't call me bluff (Bah), kick down the door (Bah)
Big 092, show no remorse
Buyin' designer, all in the stores
Can't get you out, b*tch, you a whore
For my lil' guy, D'usse on a floor (Uh)
I make a call, b*tch, and it's war (War)
Two-liter Sprite (Sprite), I pour a four
Pull up TD, I got ten in my jeans (Uh)
Pop out with me, watchin' TV (Yeah, yeah)
Patek Phillipe, Givenchy tee (Uh)
I need a mill', been in these streets (That's a fact)
Know that I'm Floss, come to the East (Uh)
LOAB, screamin', "Free Ree" (Free Ree!)
Shooters in plaza, stay with the sleaze
I call the Ape, free Melly Gz (Free Melly Gz, n*gga)
[Chorus]
All the opp n*ggas know I be flexin' (Traphouse Mob, flexin')
I did fifteen on my check-ins (Check-ins)
Big Louboutin when I'm steppin' (Steppin')
Big .38 for the weapon (Weapon)
Woo, woo
All the opp n*ggas know I be flexin' (Flexin')
I did fifteen on my check-ins (Check-ins)
Big .38 for the weapon (Weapon)
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