No Flex Zone (Remix) lyrics

by

Pusha T


[Produced By: Mike WiLL Made-It]

[Intro: CP Junior]
Ahh sh*t
Yo Mike Will
You know we had to do this sh*t
Right n*gga?
Uhh
Foreal?
Word
Turn Up
Woo
What up Push?
What up Jim?
What up Swae?

[Hook: Swae Lee]
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel
I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous
Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better
I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go getter

[Verse 1: CP Junior]
I hate it when I see n*ggas flex
Fronting like they the f*cking best
They thinking that they the ones who next
But n*gga they are such a f*cking mess
I'll take 'em down from East to the West
n*gga you don't wanna test
Me or I'll hit you with a left
You don't wanna know what's next
Yeah shoutouts to Slim Jimmy
My f*cking team is winning
VOS yeah we got our visions
On your lazy ass is where you sittin'
Coming through we livin'
And we don't f*cking need permission
All my mother f*ckers with it
And all your mother f*ckers ignint
Yeah we got this sh*t in
Freestyled sh*t or written
All my mother f*ckers chillin'
This beat I already killed it
Nobody wants to test me
No I don't stay flexing
I just stay music selling
And I stay story telling
I'm bringing my n*ggas to the top
And no I won't f*cking stop
We puffing on some really good pot
My bars are too f*cking hot
Harder than a mother f*cking rock
I'm 'bout to take my music out of town
Like system me and my n*ggas down
VOS is the life that we 'bout
I know I'm gonna make it no doubt
And I'm finna take these wack rappers out
Tell my n*ggas that we gonna wreck sh*t
I'm just tryna drive a f*cking Lexus
By sending y'all a mother f*cking message
I got your b*tch undressin'
I hate it when n*ggas flexin'
Just killed the haters God bless 'em

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Who ain't waiting on King Push?
Got n*ggas checking for them new flows
Sold more dope than the old Jigga
Now n*ggas calling me the new Hov
Let the coupe go, planetarium
Let the roof go like Cesarean
Clear my section n*gga, no flexing n*gga
Just a hunnid bottles they carrying
Cross the border like I lost a daughter
This foreign n*gga, he ain't know better
Him pick and choose where them bullets fly
I lose the plane on this fool n*gga
Bought dope with my album budget
Play Cloths was the blueprint
Four million in four seasons
f*ck who care for my fashion sense
Tell a ho come and swim in the money (splash)
Broke n*ggas just stop at the heel
I could body paint you in them name brands
And put a red bow on the wheels
See I'm just in and out, I call a rent a mouth
Suck the ice out of a bezel
Use my rap persona, f*ck baby mommas
Still killin' haters, God bless em'

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Slim Jimmy]
Young n*ggas got to get to the money
Five chains on, they look at me funny
Showed up with the juice and the troops
Roll a seven every time I shoot
She said, why you got so many condoms with you?
I said, I'm a player, to be honest with you
Hublot, whoo, so shiny
Mind you, my crew right behind me
Went shopping, could've bought an island
Talking money, when I'm with Italians
Spilling purple, on the red carpet
And I'm flyer, than a n*gga on a hang glider
4-5-6-7 chains on, just stay in your lane, ho
Don't you like these A. Wang's? Don't you like these gold fangs?
You a well known flexer, I'm a young trendsetter
These hoes, they reckless, they slick, they messy
Three hoes freak dancing, on the loud singing acapella
Chain clang, like heavy metal
Sremm killed the haters, God bless 'em

[Hook]

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