FLEXIN N' FLASHIN (Remix) (Remix|Explicit)

作曲 : Aasim Welton

作詞 : Aasim Welton

I put my foot on the gas, take off

I cannot let these boys pass me

Make a move and the scene gon' get nasty

He get jammed since he wanna be flashy

Keep a shooter on deck, tell him, "Blast him"

So you already know he gon' blast him

Mario Bros, smash him

He get hit with that Glock if he back in

I'll hit that sh*t, hold the neck

A chest shot'll break out his back

Smokin' **** in the back of the 'Bach (Of the 'Bach)

Got a Glock with a TEC 'round the neck ('Round the neck)

It's no warnings, he talk, he get stretched (Get stretched)

I don't like when they talk out their neck (Dawg)

If we comin', we comin' correct ('Rect)

Nah, if we comin', we comin' with straps, facts

Bro throwin' ******s, he gettin' you picked off

Receive the pack like we just got the kick off

Shoutout to Yola, no Clifford, that's big dawg

Won't f*ck your ***** 'cause she don't get my d*ck hard

Quick to spin right down your block (Uh)

No mask on, throw couple shots

Hit him up, ain't talkin' 2Pac

Lift him up, yes, you can get rocked (Uh)

I'll do my dance on that ho (On that ho)

Throwin' ones while she dance on the pole (On the pole)

I hit that sh*t on the low, psych

I hit that sh*t wit my bro (Uh)

Kick her out, that ***** gotta go (Gotta go)

She gon' make me late for my show (My show)

And she lovin' the way that I flow (Uh)

I'm hot, *****, drop and roll (Uh)

Get with me (With me)

I'm catchin' ****s from Silly (From Silly)

They know I ride with killas (Killas)

And them killas know I get busy, facts

It get wicked (Uh)

And they know I stay on my pivot (My pivot)

Make a move and I swear you'll go missin'

Where he at? He swim with the fishes

I'm in the trap with a bad *****

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' (Uh)

She doin' tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' (Uh)

My n*ggas spin it, cause madness

All y'all n*ggas *****es and cappin'

When we hit your block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Uh)

I'm in the trap with a bad *****

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin'

She doin' tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'

My n*ggas spin it, cause madness

All y'all n*ggas *****es and cappin'

When we hit your block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Yeah, no)

I f*cked the ***** once, then I passed it (Bye)

My boys do the job with a passion (Bah)

They shoot the gun once, then they pass it (Fly, yeah, yeah)

Extended clips, no more on my way (Whoa)

Need a drum because .30s, they average

Stay with a dime, my *****, she not average (Oh)

So much money, these n*ggas can't match it (Not whoa)

Look at all of this guap we havin' (Yeah)

So much money, these n*ggas can't match it (Yeah)

He so broke, light a blunt with some matches

I remember we slept, dirty mattress (Damn)

On that beat made your girl just got dancin' (Yeah)

Hit my shoulder, we coolin', relaxin' (Yeah)

She keep twerkin', I look at her backend (Yeah)

Because that girl keep tryin' get my bag in (Bee, let's get it)

Foreign my whips, and I slide in Philly (Philly)

And I got a lil' *****, that's my diamond filling (Fillin')

Man, her ass is so dumb and she kinda silly (Silly)

Told her my name was "Richard, The Master Mille" (Mille)

Yeah, this Bugatti cost way more than a milli (Milli)

I'm in Nawf and my pockets got half a milli (Milli)

Watch her know where what my laugh is

My boy in the cut just like T-Bop because my neck is so chilly

I'm in the trap with a bad *****

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' (Uh)

She doin' tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' (Uh)

My n*ggas spin it, cause madness

All y'all n*ggas *****es and cappin'

When we hit your block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Uh)

I'm in the trap with a bad *****

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin'

She doin' tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'

My n*ggas spin it, cause madness

All y'all n*ggas *****es and cappin'

When we hit your block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'

Hold on, hold on, hold on

Yeah, gang sh*t, every day we mobbin'

We.. he say I fell off, I don't..

Feel me, I'm just dustin' a lil' rust off, you hear me?

Hold on, hold on, uh

Step back, get hit like a rocket, pop it

I'm smokin' **** with my partner

Feet up, eatin' noodles, no lobster (No lobster)

F*ck want, n*gga? You can get shot up

King dawg, swing dreads, no Rasta (Rasta)

My dawg Meer still king, Mufasa

Do my dance on that ***** with a choppa (With a choppa)

Like a bike with no brakes, you can't stop us

Hold up, hold up

Bro, shoot that sh*t up, they don't know us (No, bruh)

Got a Glock with a laser, come show up (Come show up)

Got a shooter on deck with a pole tucked

Saw that n*gga in person, he froze up (Froze up)

The hollows had lit that man soul up (Soul up)

Hit that sh*t by they neck and they know us (Know us)

Smoking **** in the back of the Rover

I'm in the trap with a bad *****

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin' (Uh)

She doin' tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin' (Uh)

My n*ggas spin it, cause madness

All y'all n*ggas *****es and cappin'

When we hit your block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin' (Uh)

I'm in the trap with a bad *****

Get the pack and we flip it, no backflippin'

She doin' tricks, gymnastics

He get jammed, stop flexin' and flashin'

My n*ggas spin it, cause madness

All y'all n*ggas *****es and cappin'

When we hit your block, it get tragic

All jokes to the side, we ain't laughin'