NoFlexxin

Lyrics

[Chorus: Slim Guerilla] So ya hustling and ya gotcha money long You flexing cash, all the people know you on You kicking back and you sipping on that strong Too much flexing, you get popped up in yo dome So ya hustling and ya gotcha money long You flexing cash, all the people know you on You kicking back and you sipping on that strong Too much flexing, you get popped up in yo dome [Verse 1: Kam Curry] Coming up overnight ain't easy, that's why a nigga just be easy My time will come, fuck a hype beast, I'ma get it when I get it Don't lie to me, I don't need no part time fans cause I hustle full time Either way I'ma shine so really close your blinds Peeping through my window, you peeping toms All up in a nigga's business, listening to all my secrеts Probably know what size my penis, if you know me so much peep this Thеn you should know Kam is a genius, if you don't know The Bible don't preach it So who the fuck are you to judge me, you ain't who a nigga try to please Enemies see that my style is different, y'all's look the same like Chinese Yeah I'm offensive, why you been so sensitive, yo crew is lunch meat You don't want to place a bet on me cause I guarantee you get scratched out Goddamn it, these backstabbers might try to blow your back out So you should maybe wanna back out but you end up like Pacquiao My beats banging like them 9k Desert Eagles and several jewelry stack house Money tall as the walls at Shaq house When I get it, believe it that I'm gon' spaz out Probably with the Glock and the motherfucking mask out Don't need water boy, don't recommend it Mix fire and Earth, I'm airbending [Chorus: Slim Guerilla] So ya hustling and ya gotcha money long You flexing cash, all the people know you on You kicking back and you sipping on that strong Too much flexing, you get popped up in yo dome So ya hustling and ya gotcha money long You flexing cash, all the people know you on You kicking back and you sipping on that strong Too much flexing, you get popped up in yo dome [Verse 2: Slim Guerilla] Man fuck these bitches, they stab you in the motherfucking back Soon as they see you with some money they wanna collect up all yo stacks And spend that shit on some meals and some motherfucking dresses Man I don't understand man, the battle of the fucking sexes Man you gotta pimp these sluts, and you gotta watch these niggas These niggas is quick to pull these triggas up in yo fuckin' dome Run up in yo home, then all yo shit is gone Then you lookin' like man what the fuck, man what am I doing this for Man you better get your mind right, you niggas is silly man Tryna get high, tryna get away from the lies You better stick to the truth, stay true in the booth Niggas real come through and they will try to fucking shoot ya [Chorus: Slim Guerilla] So ya hustling and ya gotcha money long You flexing cash, all the people know you on You kicking back and you sipping on that strong Too much flexing, you get popped up in yo dome So ya hustling and ya gotcha money long You flexing cash, all the people know you on You kicking back and you sipping on that strong Too much flexing, you get popped up in yo dome