Aint Gotta Flex

Ayeee

Ayeee Ayeee

Aye I ain't gotta flex

If **** really want me dead, why they ain't did it

yet

Growing up, it was me and Dukes, I ain't have a dad

Ain't let me bring no bitches to the crib, but shit, I got a strap

Ayy, ****, this the life I live

I think I'ma buckle down

Finna have some kids. Roadrunner, bitch, I'm outside

Out here gettin' to it. Fuck it, ****, I'ma roll the dice

I am not loosin

Told my **** we gon' make it. ****, time will tell

I was fucked up. Locked down, I couldn't make bail

Ayy, damn, I was fucked up

If Cudi keep on talking out his neck, he gon' get fucked up

Don't be sittin' on y'all ass, get your bucks up

I can name a hunnid **** that done switched up

It ain't shit to pull a skit, easy layup

Me and my bitch gettin' to it, we don't layup

Who the fuck is you, little dude? Get your weight up

Ayy, ****, you ain't cut like that

All I smoke is dead ****. Is you tryna match

Lil' bro will up on anything, he tryna catch a hat

I think I see a sucker. Hold on, bro, we got a double back

I'm a known stepper, Datboy, I ain't gotta flex

Ayy, I ain't gotta flex

If **** really want me dead, why they ain't did it yet

Growing up, it was me and Dukes. I ain't have a dad

Ain't Let me bring no bitches to the crib, but shit I got a strap

Ain't Let me bring no bitches to the crib, but shit I got a strap