Flexed Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] I might just come presidential like I'm Joe Biden We've been eatin' too much, I think I got the -itis Huh, we got the work in Tennessee, I done came titan We in the store still punchin', UFC fighting [Verse 2: BandGang Paid Will] Have you ever seen a million dollar phone? Every time this bitch ring, it's five hundred on the floor I'll bring it curbside, but I ain't comin' to the door This shit high down the way, it ain't goin' for the low [Verse 3: BandGang Biggs] Come on, now Big chops (Big chops), we got big chops (Bitch) Big chops (Big chops), plungers get your shit stopped (Uh-huh) Nigga get his whole life ruined tryna plot (Yeah) Street nigga, I ain't never made no Tik-Tok (At all) [Verse 4: BandGang Lonnie Bands] We got big guap, huh, big guap Me and Paid just spent fifty on a wristwatch We got our city in a motherfuckin' headlock I just put a hundred thousand in a shoebox [Verse 5: BandGang Paid Will & BandGang Biggs] You know it's big money, yeah, BandGang R.I.P. Das, you know my brother claim the same thing I got a hitter out in Bali, really gangbang (Come on, now) I paid a quarter for this bitch, I let my chain hang [Verse 6: BandGang Biggs] Gucci socks, Gucci shoes, Gucci shirt, shit Y'all niggas flashin' BB guns on some nerd shit (Lames) Ice chunks hangin' off my neck, lookin' perfect (Boy) Water diamonds got these bitches drownin' like we surfin' [Verse 7: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Huh, big Glock, boy, it ain't a stock, got the weave in it Stop, drop, boy, you better roll, I got that heat with me Straight drop, turn one to three, put my feet in it In your town, three hundred grams, Chief Keef with me [Verse 8: BandGang Paid Will & BandGang Biggs] Big knot, can't fit it in my pocket, you can't eat with me Opps sick that I'm really havin' it and want beef with me I was fifteen playin' around with a big semi (Come on, now) You gotta know somebody, it ain't easy, you wanna get with me? [Verse 9: BandGang Biggs] Tryna stash a quarter M by the end of this week (Uh-huh) Fuck the beach, bitch, I'm tryna swerve in a SRT Jeep Fuck your niggas, bitch, 'cause I brought all of my niggas with me (Yeah) Y'all can't fuck with us, that's all that I want you to see And if you think I'm fuckin' fake, then leave your ass stankin' Trigger finger like I'm from the K, you'd think I'm gangbangin' Ridin' 'round with sixty bands on me, think I'm 'caine slangin' BandGang 'til I'm in the grave, I ain't never tradin' (Ridge made this beat) (Major League)