Flexer Boy

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Flexer Boy
Yea
I'm flexin' boy
Uh yea I'm flexin' boy
Uh yea
Boy I'm flexin', boy I'm reckless
Go 'head call me Flexer Boy
You get robbed right out your necklace just for standin' next to us (ok)
Kitchen Cookin' white shit out the beacon (ok)
You's a bitch, do it look like we beefin?
That's yo bitch but she smile when she eatin' it
Spicy glock you get hit with that seasonin'
You get robbed and get popped with no reasonin'
Hit his top and the body I'm leavin' it
Out his neck have 'em dead by the evenin'
And yo wallet, yo pockets I'm keepin' em
Bend that corner that choppa gone poke em
Hollow tips knock the weight off his shoulder
From a far tryna see you get closer
Bet yo mama won't see you get older
Not molly but mud in my soda
He talk out his neck then I swear then it's over
I up from the hip, I don't care for the shoulder
These 7.62s goin' straight through his rover
I up with the heat just to see who was colder
Now you know what it is (now you know what it is)
Run ya mouth and I'm poppin' ya lid
Niggas know not to play with the kid
Cause niggas know I won't run
They want sum
That pussy boy won't do nothin'
Flexin' with his only gun, knowin' he won't shoot nothin'
But I swing with the K
Niggas knowin' that 5 probably hit his face as soon as I'm jumpin' the gate
I get the bitch think lined up think he was safe, I really was loadin' the drac (was loadin' that drac)
They know for my brothers, they know imma cover
You play with them niggas get slid like some butter
I'm too tough to buckle
You niggas is busters
Y'all niggas talk beef to get hit with a cutter
I come from the gutter
Now I'm fly as a shuttle
It was hand me downs nigga now I drip like puddle
You know I ain't stutter
Yo bitch gone want cuddle
Real shooters around highlights on the hudl
Mad man, Man Max
Man gun, Mad mac
Choppa make him bag back
Bodies drop then bag that
Flexer boy never lack
Handy man my tool strapped
Shells spittin' out make 'em run a lap
These bullets gone chase 'em
No mask and no hat when I faced 'em
Had to bend off the shoe I laced him
Wouldn't shoot at opp but'll mace 'em?
Tadda beat on a chest like the apes be
If I flex then these niggas a hate me
In the house would guarantee yo safety
Niggas slimy, steady movin' shady
I'm spinnin' again, I'm spinnin' again like nigga who gone spend that benz
I'm just tryna win (yea)
Get the pack and send it in
Choppa scope 'em with the lens
By my lonely need no friends
You didn't need to lend out ya hand
30 stuffed up in the pants
Boy I'm flexin', boy I'm reckless
Go 'head call me Flexer Boy
You get robbed right out your necklace just for standin' next to us
Kitchen Cookin' white shit out the beacon
You's a bitch, do it look like we beefin? (Nuh-uh)
That's yo bitch but she smile when she eatin' it
Spicy glock you get hit with that seasonin'
You robbed and get popped with no reasonin'
Hit his top and the body I'm leavin' it
Out his neck have 'em dead by the evenin'
And yo wallet, yo pockets I'm keepin' em
Bend that corner that choppa gone poke em
Hollow tips knock the wait off his shoulder
From a far tryna see you get closer
Bet yo mama won't see you get older
(S2L)

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