Flex (City)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Robb Bank$] Aye, they gave me one year, a nigga blew up Least round my neighborhood bruh Gave me two twins fell in love with both of em' Nurse Joy, Nurse Joy, bitch I'm Brock strapped up And I gotta catch em' all, I'm a Pokemon breeder Fucked ya' bitch fuck boy Feel the weight of the chopper on my shoulder like I'm Blastoise Me and little blondie smoking mild's after school None of this shit new, then lived threw all you can do When them crackas killed V12 When they jumped Lea, when Desi slapped Justin Boy, I'm all the way Broward, I was there Served every resident who said the bitches don't fuck around with the help And driver don't stop at all And don't bring no new nigga to my home So boy take yo' ass on, you was at home While I was on that I-95, Gucci bag full of pints Look behind flashlights undercover like ghost story at the sleepover I panicked, swear the K-9 unit ruining my love for animals Put money signs in our names, so you can see shit through our eyes You can try and imitate, but you can't copy the Sharingan Stunnin' on my daddy for my momma raised me her whole life Then she got shitted on for doing the best that she could do Speaking of the elephant that's in the room Me and my daddy been talking about shit Actual conversations about my sisters and my kin Sometimes I just think we keep the peace just for them Only a couple real niggas left I let y'all figure out who they is And I ain't run outta' saying shit, just let all that sink in Aye, dope-boy pyrex, don't wear no pussy ass Pyrex, dirty south And take them golds out ya' mouth if they ain't perms, pull out thuggin' Me and my brothers got our eyes on yo' head And your little clown ass friend, Tien, Chiaotzu ass niggas Only time they seen a key was on stage with Curtis Williams Everybody hate the nigga that talk too much But keep biting the hand that feed you when it's bound to say something Deidara, keep recycling these cans of whoop ass Till they throw me in the can I won't even though I know I can I don't wanna' hit it like you smoking out a can Niggas think that I think that I'm better than all of em' Well, I have my thoughts Cause I ain't do the feature and I never performed Threatz I'm just not about to ride another nigga coat tails like a bitch I ain't talking money, illiterate ass nigga I threw ya bitch out, ol' littering ass nigga Cup dirty as the throwaway pistol, about clean as the inside of a whistle Always smelling like a port in ya' bitch pussy So now you know nigga, so stop being nosey Whip on Asanti's but only touch Aaliyah's I know I went bad on a couple good women Need to have a little sesh, talk about shit Hash some things out but I'm better on wax; take a dab I'ma have resentment towards yo' ass from now Some things a Xanax just don't seem to black out Every pussy nigga mad that a nigga back out Expose ya' broad like dresses with the back out I'm in that mid life crisis corvette, SS American muscle [Chorus] Watch how a nigga (Flex) You know a nigga all about a check With the caddy bet ya [?], boy (Flex) Fuck the police, we never take a badge But I'm at the Pewter City Gym, boy (Flex) Pussy boy you know who it is, 2Phone bitch, boy (Flex) Skinny nigga steroid dick, time to have sex [Bridge] 2 Apple phones at the peach fuzz With the banana clip, no big apple Still tha' city bitch Pocket full of salad, nigga dressing And that spaghetti top, boy messy White xan, yellow xan that's scrambled eggs [Verse 2: Robb Bank$] And I know you love my accent, but you running up my minutes With the talk you should have left on the hotel pillow Boy, I hardly take breaks, but I take a hiatus off you lames Stop playing, every internet thug ain't Bill Gates And she kneel before me like sensei She want me wholeheartedly Gave her one piece told her put my sword in her mouth like Zoro And I know that it was years ago But girl ride the cocky like a biker I'll leave every nigga with a bottom six toothless Boy, I'll scare ya' dog off like a nigga Eustace Useless; weeded em' out think I should use less No will power, but yo' bitch no better than me Take a molly skeet, after I fucked that bitch Like somebody asked you about yo' ex, bitch 2PhoneShawty I'm sexting in a glasshouse dooney truck While yo bitch tryin' keep up In my nigga beamer while you riding in yo' Nissan Wishing that it was a B-M-dub, as you let the Key Nyata bump Boy I'm from that dirty, dirty Heard my accent, she start to choose, she's superbad, I'll steal your booze bitch Aye, I put her on game, boy I'm a team player Drinking dirty Gatorade, that JaMarcus Russell 20 PT's tees in the duffel, I'm parched Dooney turn keys like that nigga just parked Four thousand, four hundred fifty on my arm Look like a nigga just hopped out the holocaust Boy what ya' life cost? I know what you really bout Cough, cough let me get my cup, shit I'm getting sick of y'all niggas And tired of niggas watching what I do And trying to do the same shit They say niggas die from drinking lean That's why I sell the shit Yeah boy, I got cha', bike like Kaneda And I got it all in separate jars like Akira SS super soldier that purple codeine what a nigga bleed Like a Namekian, but if you really need I got them handfuls wrapped up like Rock Lee And what you mean why the verses so long? Might as well tell y'all, right? Mean you already talk, like you know my whole life [Outro] Flexin, flexin (Hahaha) Flexin, flexin Flexin, flexin Bad bitches they flexin, flexin Flexin, flexin Bad bitches they flexin, flexin Bad bitches they flexin, flexin Bad bitches they flexin, flexin Bad bitches they flexin, flexin I said—