Flex

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Wicked] Aye Look [Verse 1: Young Wicked] I've been making bangers for the longest If you didn't know it, ask your mommas I know, hear the hatred from the oppas I know it ain't neat, they never stop us They say the riding past the cribble I be outside in the middle of the street Wife-beater and some shorts on And I've been revving like a sports car Shining like the North Star You say you the hardest, but I'm more hard And I've been getting the bacon And bringing it back and I'm baking it And bet I bring the heat like I was rolled up in a blankеt Motherfuckers wanna take at thе top Cause I'm the greatest You rhyming a little basic My rhyming more like The Matrix From crying about relations And lying about betraying I'm shining and getting picked My environment full of greatest You trying but you can't fade us I'm riding out with the greatest The name on the dotted line is Majik Ninja Entertainment Killer hustle We got the stamina and the advantage of being Some never giving a damn about damaging anybody We battling, if my homie is mad Then you better believe that we backing him 'til we bumping and bracking And now they wonder what's happening We get it cracking in any city We crashing and I be drippin' and splashin' And then I'm killing this fashion that ain't no rapper is passionate Got a fade you can catch it and oh yes This is my flex [Chorus: Young Wicked] This ain't a test This is my karma Look at my checks This my due This is my truth Y'all might be up, but bitch I'm up next F-f-flex Foot on they necks I told a bitch that she fuck with the best She was like "crazy" I was like "yes" This is my moment Look at my fresh This is my flex [Bridge 1: Young Wicked] This is my This is my This is my And I be rapping 'til the pay's gone Fuck it up if that day come I'mma have the haters on deck This is my flex [Bridge 2: Young Wicked] Hold up Wait a minute This might be my greatest record Hold up Wait a minute I think I hear haters dissing [Verse 2: Young Wicked] It ain't a spitter on your team man they all is garbage Five cars pulling into y'all apartments Listen You can hear the fucking dogs is barking And his family all day like Laurie Partridge Got a H.O.D That's a heart of darkness And you might be smart, but you're still a mark, bitch If I carve your carcass I'll cut the meat up and use it to feed a couple of my starving sharks It's hot like arson is I'm no arsonist But I got more fire than the Bic you' sparkin' with Bitch you aren't the shit Ain't no heart in this mediocritus shit you dropping It sound like cock and dicks Simple but not in this Bitch I got the hits Ain't no stopping shit And your bitch remind me of some french fries from Red Robin's is That's bottomless But you won't see me fucking with fake hoes All I wanna do is put some weight on a bank roll I want the cheddar and the cake and the queso And any other metaphor for getting more peso I don't ever pay any attention to they pose Or the fake love that they show to the rappers who can't flow It's a smack in the face, tho When you claiming that they mo' E'en when they ain't though But fuck it, I came for the flex [Chorus: Young Wicked] This ain't a test This is my karma Look at my checks This my due This is my truth Y'all might be up, but bitch I'm up next F-f-flex Foot on they necks I told a bitch that she fuck with the best She was like "crazy" I was like "yes" This is my moment Look at my fresh This is my flex [Bridge 1: Young Wicked] This is my This is my This is my And I be rapping 'til the pay's gone Fuck it if that day come I'mma have the haters on deck This is my flex [Outro] Not only are the belts on the line, but there's another very important stipulation flexed