Flex lyrics

[Chorus]
Did I
f*ck around and drop the top on n*ggas
When them n*ggas thought I wouldn't
Did I
f*ck your b*tch or something
What I did to ya, why you fronting on me
Did I
Hit the trap and have it jumping
Turning nothing into something
Peeling off the corner flexing on them n*ggas
Shawty know a n*gga came here from nothing

[Verse 1]
I got the gas on me
Being broke was the reason why all of these females would pass on me
Now I pull up in that S550 and I dash on 'em
And you know I don't spend any cash on 'em

[Refrain]
When I'm pulling up inside that thing you know I do my thing
And I drop the top on all these n*ggas in the way
And this is for the times a n*gga sh*tted on me
You sh*tted on me, now you see the tables turning my way

[Pre-Chorus]
So I gotta flex, I gotta flex, I gotta flex on you
For all of the times when I was a mess
And you tried to flex on me too
So I gotta flex, and I gotta flex, and flexing on you too
I know I'm wrong
Tell me what I did to you
[Chorus]
Did I
f*ck around and drop the top on n*ggas
When them n*ggas thought I wouldn't
Did I
f*ck your b*tch or something
What I did to ya, why you fronting on me
Did I
Hit the trap and have it jumping
Turning nothing into something
Peeling off the corner flexing on them n*ggas
Shawty know a n*gga came here from nothing
(f*ck can you say to me?)
(f*ck can you say to me?)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, uh
A young n*gga gotta hop out and do some
Gotta let the top down to prove some
n*gga, you know I-I-I got news for you
Everybody know I'm paid only you fronted
The fame made a n*gga lose a lot of friendships
The fame made these n*ggas do a lot f*ck sh*t
Couple good girls that I lost to the cause
I gotta face facts we don't talk no more
Young rich n*gga on his way up
My n*ggas up and I hope that we stay up
You know the devil working gotta pray up
And I just pray that all my n*ggas paid up and ball like lay up
I’m calling, shawty calling
I do this often, don't know what to call it
This sh*t exhausting but you know I'm all in
Drop the top on that thing when it's gwanin’
[Refrain]
When I'm pulling up inside that thing, you know I do my thing
And I drop the top on all these n*ggas in the way
And this is for the times a n*gga sh*tted on me
You sh*tted on me, now you see the tables turning my way

[Pre-Chorus]
So I gotta flex, I gotta flex, I gotta flex on you
For all of the times when I was a mess
And you tried to flex on me too
So I gotta flex, and I gotta flex, and flexing on you too
I know I'm wrong
Tell me what I did to you

[Chorus]
Did I
f*ck around and drop the top on n*ggas
When them n*ggas thought I wouldn't
Did I
f*ck your b*tch or something
What I did to ya, why you fronting on me
Did I
Hit the trap and have it jumping
Turning nothing into something
Peeling off the corner flexing on them n*ggas
Shawty know a n*gga came here from nothing
(f*ck can you say to me?)
(f*ck can you say to me?)
[Outro]
Can't believe when I look back at how I did it
f*ck around and made something, I made something
Made something
Made something of myself
I made something