Kredyty
PERFORMING ARTISTS
O'shea
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trey Carver
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
O
Producer
Tekst Utworu
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Flex, ****, I know we up next
Steady workin' so they see me less
Married the game, let me give it a kiss
Feelin cold, let me shake out my wrist
Give a damn about what **** done told
Me and gang we got similar foes
**** green, so they goin' for that
If they flexin, we flexin' right back
Ask around, we gon' fuck with them ****
All my dogs go Dame they shoot from range so please don't ask why we be buckin, ****
Cannot give' no grace, been down so long, don't know what's up with ****
All this damn misguidance, why these youngins tend to fumble triggers
Switch it up it's not enough, I ain't done it, they ain't tough
Different whips, same moves
New choppa, same rules
Ever seen a **** fly but stay with L's and can't lose
Sometimes we do get hurt but can't even feel that till we bruise
Everyday get money, word to Hops, turn that slice to loaf
Ain't satisfied with shit until we pop
Bitches gotta know
We say ayy, she say okay
Round my block, they spin all day
Vow for greatness, don't owe you
I ain't tryna be flex but they love how I do it
**** tryna be me but it ain't nothin' to it
When you runnin' this marathon, keep a good pace
I been in the game
So even when sittin' right courtside, **** can't play in my face
**** be talkin' bout they gettin' cash
But can't even pick up a tab on the 8th
Can't even be mad
If we need a bag, we empty this bag like a fuckin' suitcase
But who am I to talk about tendencies
When 10 out of 10, they gon' envy me
Still pray for my **** that's laid in a box
It's amazing what **** be payin' for box
We done figured out life, it ain't complex
But I really just need me a long check
Fuck them drugs need a crib and a lawn set
Wit a shorty long hair, who got bomb sex
Know me and my **** be on next
Gotta kill just so I make that shit clear
Feelin' like heaven one hell of a moment
Finna roll up a plane and jus take off in here
Gon slide but will not catch me slippin, ****
That's just what we does
Ain notice, but notice us
And that's just all because we
Flex
****, I know we up next
Steady workin' so they see me less
Married the game, let me give it a kiss
Feelin' cold, let me shake out my wrist
Give a damn bout what **** done told
Me and gang, we got similar foes
**** green, so they goin' for that
If they flexin, we flexin' right back
Ask around, we don' fuck with them ****
All my dawgs go dame, they shoot from range
So please don't ask why we be buckin, ****
Cannot give no grace been down so long, don't know what's up with ****
All this damn misguidance
Why these youngins tend to fumble triggers
Written by: Trey Carver