The FLXXXR

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Look at these levels, I'm flexin' Ya bitch she wit' me, and we sexin' LVLYSL, World Cartel, fuck wit' us Yeah nigga, we connected My youngins don't make no confessions Shootin' shit up they profession Now I gotta wait just to see him out of jail, he a young nigga and I know he stressin' My focus is money, these nigga's ain't for me They tried me, so now I have hired an army All of 'em lyin' and changin' the story Can't see me just shinin' wit' all of my glory Fuck you nigga's wit' a passion And a nigga still flashin' Max still yellin', "Action" Want a Verse? And a nigga straight taxin' I switch up flows, how I switch up clothes If she out wit' me, you better switch up ho's I could send a word and then ya bitch a-go Which one you wanna be nigga, rich or poor? I'd rather be A-Z than rich or poor Provide for ya team, so ya clique could glow You ain't standin' wit' us, then what you sittin' for? Don't let my nigga's ask you what it's hittin' for I'd done been through the rain Seen daddy die, that's called pain So tall with revenge on my brain Real shit, shit'll never be the same A young nigga on a mission I need marble floors all in my kitchen When nigga's talk rap, you ain't even gotta ask Homeboy my name gets mentioned [Chorus] I be chillin' wit' ya bitch, goin' slow-mo Her neck up and down, goin' so slow And a nigga so tall, and you don't grow Money comin' in, I need more O's Weed burnin' so I blow more O's These bitches never go home And the shit I smoke yeah, it's full grown And all this, we did on our own [Verse 2] I'd done been where they won't go Stand still, that's a no-no I got clothes on my back That'll bring in the racks Got a Zebra for my logo Nigga please, you ain't ready when it's your go And oh na, me and Belvy shift the popo Pint of lean in the car, with the State Troops On site, we don't trip, we just stay cool Man these nigga's ain't real, they just got a deal Actin', they ain't hard, when it's for a mill See you nigga's show love, till you nigga's spill blood I could send the wolves in, tell me how that feel? Let me stop, man I need some rosaries But sometimes it's revenge controllin' me Every time I see ya bitch she noticed me And then she come right where she 'possed to be Right wit' a God Fuck her good and she go hard And she ain't seen you in so long And all I do is flex like I'm Brett Hart Got the pedal to the metal in the [?] A nigga good, like I'm wit' Ye 10K in my pocket on a good day "He ain't never been great," what you would say But I never gave a fuck what the hood say New work on the block every week It'll show how these nigga's very weak Nigga's can't keep up Nigga's won't speak up, yeah nigga that'll never be me I put in work for my OG's Connected nigga's know me Let the weed burn slowly Pour up 4 O's for me [Outro] I be chillin' wit' ya bitch, goin' slow-mo Her neck up and down, goin' so slow And a nigga so tall, and you don't grow Money comin' in, I need more O's Weed burnin' so I blow more O's These bitches never go home And the shit I smoke yeah, it's full grown And all this, we did on our own I be chillin' wit' ya bitch, goin' slow-mo Her neck up and down, goin' so slow And a nigga so tall, and you don't grow Money comin' in, I need more O's Weed burnin' so I blow more O's These bitches never go home And the shit I smoke yeah, it's full grown And all this, we did on our own