ฟังเพลงFLEXIN N' FLASHIN (Explicit)

作曲 : Aasim Welton

作词 : Aasim Welton

I put my foot on the gas,

Take off I cannot let these boys past me

Make a move and this 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 Bro smash him

He get hit wit that Glock if he black him

I hit that **** hold the neck

A chest shot will break out his back

Smoking **** in the back of the back

Gotta Glock wit a teck run the neck

It's no warning he talk he get stretched

Ion like when they talk out they neck

If we coming we coming correct

Nah If we coming we coming we straps Facts!

Bro throwing bullets he getting you picked off

Receive the pack like we just got the kick off

Shoutout to Yola yo Clifford thats Big Dog

Won’t **** ya ***** cuz she don't get my **** hard

Quick and spin right down ya block

No man should throw couple shots

Hit him up ain't talking 2Pac

Lift him up yes you can get rocked

I do my dance on that hoe

Throwing ones while she dance on the pole

I hit that **** on the low sike I hit that **** wit my bro

Kick her out that ***** gotta go

She gon make me late for my show

And she loving the way that I flow

I'm hot ***** drop n roll

Uh Get wit me I’m catching ****s from silly

They know I ride wit killas and them killas know why I get busy

Facts! It get wicked and they know I stay on my pivot

Make a move and I swear you gon miss it

Where he at? He swim wit da fishes

I'm in a trap wit a bad ***** get a pack

And we flip it no backflippin'

She doing tricks gymnastics

He get jammed stop flexin' and flashin'

My *****s spin it cause madness

All yall *****s ******* and caput

We when hit ya block it get tragic

All jokes to the side we ain' laughin'

I'm in a trap wit a bad ***** get a pack

And we flip it no backflippin'

She doing tricks gymnastics

He get jammed stop flexin' and flashin'

My *****s spin it cause madness

All yall *****s ******* and caput

We when hit ya block it get tragic

All jokes to the side we ain' laughin'

Step back get hit like a rocket Pop It

I'm smokin **** wit my partner

Feed up eating noodles no lobster

**** one ***** you can get shot up

Kee dog swing dreads no roster

My dog Meer still king Mufassa

Do my dance one a ***** witta choppa

Like a bike wit no breaks you can't stop us

Hol' up hol' up bro shoot that **** up they don't know us

Gotta Glock witta lazor come show up

Gotta shooter on deck witta pole tuck

Saw that ***** in person he froze up

Them hollows had lit that man soul up

Hit that **** by they neck and they know us

Smoking **** in the back of the rover

I'm in a trap wit a bad ***** get a pack

And we flip it no backflippin'

She doing tricks gymnastics

He get jammed stop flexin' and flashin'

My *****s spin it cause madness

All yall *****s ******* and caput

We when hit ya block it get tragic

All jokes to the side we ain' laughin'

I'm in a trap wit a bad ***** get a pack

And we flip it no backflippin

She doing tricks gymnastics

He get jammed stop flexin' and flashin'

My *****s spin it cause madness

All yall *****s ******* and caput

We when hit ya block it get tragic

All jokes to the side we ain' laughin'