Flexin' (feat. Topfloor Lüt)
Swish DaGawd
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Flexin' like you got it That's robbery in broad day Running from my shooters Have em' dancing like it's Broadway Syde gang throw them E's up Hang em' Syde ways Pour that henny out And let ya mind fade My grind pays Niggas say my name And try to ride waves Nowadays Makes me think what y'all gone do If I should die today Crime pays Reason why my niggas out here thuggin' Wearing blue to every function That's my fuckin' cousin Star studded too dope nose runnin' Snuck it in like who want it But it's really they bitches Dancing on me when she grinding She can feel where the clip is She like why you got that on you Cause you here with ya niggas They know what it is You can't blame her if she Comes with you and leaves with us Watch who you cuffing cause She'll cut you for an extra budget I know you love her but she'll F*ck me just to say she done it That's a touchy subject F*ck it it's Syde shawty Let me see you bus it Ain't no running from it I'm a beat it beat it Calling Michael buffer Make her stutter I don't cuddle It's a give and go Knocked her boots right in my green room Right before my show Changed my number she won't leave me lone They call me gawd I don't need a throne/ Flexin' like you got it That's robbery in broad day Running from my shooters Have em' dancing like it's Broadway Syde gang throw them E's up Hang em' Syde ways Pour that henny out And let ya mind fade My grind pays Heard some niggas want me dead I ain't die yet Think they gon' catch me slippin They ain't slide yet Is you high yet I'm blowing cookie Sippin' high tek If you tryna flex catch a bullet In your bicep Live and direct Top Floor That's my mindset Burn the bottom of that Pyrex Til' ain't a pie left Diamonds dancing all on my neck Make me feel good Told them I die for this shit And bitch I still would Oh no now go bitch I'm on a roll Pistol in my clothes get exposed It'll lift ya soul sticking to the code I got that baked potato stickin' To the nose Bobby Johnson style I told you I ain't crippin' though But I'm with some crippin' folk That'll cripple folk light em' up Cause we with the smoke Let them niggas know Big choppers we let them bitches go First we f*ck em' then it's f*ck em We let them bitches go now you bitches know Swish hit em' with the give and go Me I pick and roll Once I signal go then it's go All my niggas go Niggas dying everyday b F*ck you bitching for Dig a hole if it's beef wit me They don't dig it though Make a dude famous Put a nigga in da newspaper Purple label blue labels Always in them new labels True statement Anywhere I sit becomes the cool table Got her in my side pocket Fucked her on the pool table Fucked her on the poolside Ponytail like tomb raider Grab her by her hair and tell her Meet me in my room later You fuckin' with a goon baby TopFloor make room baby Flexin' like you got it That's robbery in broad day Running from my shooters Have em' dancing like it's Broadway Syde gang throw them E's up Hang em' Syde ways Pour that henny out And let ya mind fade My grind pays
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