ฟังเพลงFlex Up (Explicit)

Song: Flex Up(Explicit)

Artist: Lil Yachty, Future, PLAYBOI CARTI

Lyrics: Pyrex, Southside, ATL Jacob, Playboi Carti, Future & Lil Yachty

Composed: Southside, Pyrex & ATL Jacob

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo')

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?)

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo)

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah)

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex)

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah

Bet you won't get no murders out me (Homicide, homicide, yeah)

Go tell the cops (Flex up), I bet you won't get no murders out me

Flex up, racks up (Homicide), flex up (What?), racks up (Yeah)

Flex up (Flex up), racks up (Racks up), flex up (Flex up), racks up (You dig?)

Sticks up, sticks up (What?), sticks up, sticks up (Yeah)

Pick up the K, yeah (What?), I pick up the Drac', yeah (Slatt)

Spray at your bitch (Bitch, bitch), she gave me face, yeah (Carti)

I sprayed at the opp, yeah, he got shot in his face (Yeah)

I'm on codeine (Yeah), I'm fallin' in love with codeine

I really be sippin' the lean (Yeah), I'm never sippin' the green (Yeah)

I'm doin' them drugs, mean, I'm doin' them drugs, mean

That white ho love me, that white bitch love me, hold on

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Get it)

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (You dig?)

Six speeds, Bentleys, APs, that shit light

Two-piece, FNs, red dots, chop your height

His bitch posted us on her story, now he tight

My bitch, she know better, she do that and she might die

I was buyin' Birkins at eighteen (Yeah, yeah)

That's why she don't mind the B's, fuck you mean? (Woo)

My Spur fatal, rock 'em, cradle (Grrt)

I don't hang with brokes, I don't take advice (Boom)

Niggas snitchin', meet in person, feds tapped bro device

Spent a quarter like a hoarder, ball like Jerry Rice

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah

Bet you won't get no murders out me

Go tell the cops, I bet you won't get no murders out me

Bet you won't get no murders out me

Go tell the cops (Yeah), I bet you won't get no murders out me (Go)

Flip flop, drop-top, swap out, four-door Rolls

Pill poppers, head doctor, she swallow it up, woah, woah, woah

Big as a Bronco, big-ass chopper, rings lightin' up, woah, woah, woah

Hella boppers suck me proper, like to gobble, woah, woah, woah

Richard Mille aquia, I'm flippin' that tilapia

Turn the temperature way up, they can't get in the way of us

Private invitational, but everyone is safe to come

Gotta make my haters mad, give 'em somethin' to talk about

Take a bitch from south of France, push her back to Waffle House

Murder on the case, I had to spazz, fuck her doggystyle

I don't know how to be a normal nigga, one thing I forgot

I got blood then on the floor, but now I ball like basketball (Burr)

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Lambo')

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Tell the cops)

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah

Bet you won't get no murders out me

(Big bands), woah, woah, woah