KB, Scootie Wop & Bizzle — FLEX: тексты песен, клипы и концерты

KB, Scootie Wop & Bizzle

FLEX

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Christian & Gospel

Трек «FLEX» вышел в 10 июля 2026 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «HGA/Essential Sound»)THIS CANNOT BE SOLD

Информация о песне

АльбомTHIS CANNOT BE SOLD

Дата релиза10 июля 2026 г.

ЛейблHGA/Essential Sound

ЯзыкEnglish

Мелодичность

Акустичность

Валанс

Танцевальность

Энергия

BPM65

ОБЗОР

СЛОВА

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

KB

Исполнитель

Scootie Wop

Программирование

Bizzle

Исполнитель

Wes Writer

Вокал

Quinten Coblentz

Quinten Coblentz

Программирование

МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

Kevin Burgess

Композитор

Wes Writer

Композитор

Quinten Coblentz

Quinten Coblentz

Композитор

Emmanuel Lofton

Emmanuel Lofton

Композитор

Mark Julian Felder

Mark Julian Felder

Композитор

ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ

KB

Инженер звукозаписи

Scootie Wop

Инженер звукозаписи

Wes Writer

Продюсер, Инженер звукозаписи

Jacob “Biz” Morris

Миксинг-инженер, Мастеринг-инженер

Quinten Coblentz

Quinten Coblentz

Продюсер

WEARETHEGOOD

Продюсер

Connor Back

Ассистент миксинг-инженера

Слова

Aw, yeah

Ha-ha-ha-ha

Y'all know what time it is

Two times on the skid side, baby

Ay, you know how we do down here in South Florida

From the 904 to the 813

The 727 to the 305

It's for the glory, it's HGA, baby

Hey, KB, come, come talk to 'em real quick

Uh, yeah-yeah (whoa)

Cape back on, I'm Bruce Wayne

And I been lit like Butane

None of us care what you sayin' (that's my word)

Some of y'all drinking the Kool-Aid

Only one King, no new names

Y'all gotta lay it down today (what are you saying?)

Purple Sprite, double cup (talk to 'em)

Better get ya chickens up (talk to 'em)

Spend the bag, hit the club (talk to 'em)

'Nother chick, another (that ain't a flex)

'Nother purple Sprite, double cup (talk to 'em)

Better get ya chickens up (talk to 'em)

Spend the bag, hit the club (talk to 'em)

'Nother chick, another (that ain't a flex)

18, '88, 26

Day to day, doin' this

Fade away, movin' to the day I'm due to end

Money, I drew it in, bunnies, I'm coolin' with

Goated my pseudonym, God like "Who's this?"

Funny how foolishness feel so gratuitous

Everybody doin' it, attention lit, hookah it

Flexin' on 'em all night

Yeah, but when you stand before God, make sure you do it then (what)

Yeah, IG might be slightly high key, eternal high school, don't fight me (okay)

Pretty girl, cool kids, jocks, A-students, the move-ins, will they like me? (Okay)

Clout and engagement, the new lunch tables, hate it, but pray they invite me

Scroll to a girl, gettin' spicy

Here for the hype beast

Sick 'til we sit wit the High Priest

Yo' favorite rapper brags about things he should be ashamed of, I ain't wit' it

Give platforms to the drug addict and the lust addict, and his addictions

I see a victim crying for help, but his music is hittin'

We came to switch up the vision on how we be livin'

'Bout my Father's business, like this nepotism

Yeah-yeah (whoa)

Cape back on, I'm Bruce Wayne (Bruce Wayne)

And I been lit like Butane (Butane)

None of us care what you sayin' (that's my word)

Some of y'all drinking the Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid)

Only one King, no new names (new names)

Y'all gotta lay it down today (what are you saying?)

Purple Sprite, double cup (talk to 'em)

Better get ya chickens up (talk to 'em)

Spend the bag, hit the club (talk to 'em)

'Nother chick, another (that ain't a flex)

'Nother purple Sprite, double cup (talk to 'em)

Better get ya chickens up (talk to 'em)

Spend the bag (yeah), hit the club (talk to 'em)

'Nother chick (Bizzle), another

Tell me what's a bigger flex to a little kid up in the 'jects than to get a check

See how many women he can fit up in the jet

Get a vet, spend it with no intellect

Get in debt to end up in a bigger mess

Became you, or he could get a little less but stay true

If he can still get a check without the misdirect, who got the bigger flex?

It ain't you

Feel me, I'm not on a mission to cop another whip from living in opposition to God

Ain't killin' it when not, givin' it to Pops

Healin' 'em, feelin' it when it drop

Not giving in, we still the remnant of the Rock

Killin' the opposition, it just won't stop

Deliver the bop, and givin' Him His off top

You itchin' for God, position, but just don't try

We willing to die for Him, and if it's gon' pop

Who get da L?

Stupid, He too big, it's you, can't you tell?

Fool it, be too lit, when you get to Hell

But what can I do if the shoe fit you well?

Never the type to coat it with sugar, I'm called to be salt

And be dog walking, you'd be a walk in the park

Talk to me hard, I'll put in a call to yo' boss

If you ever called mine, you'd be talking to God, my boy

Yeah-yeah

Cape back on, I'm Bruce Wayne (boy)

And I been lit like Butane

None of us care what you sayin' (whoo) (that's my word) (no, no, no, no)

Some of y'all drinking the Kool-Aid (whoo)

Only one King, no new names

Y'all gotta lay it down today (what are you saying?)

Purple Sprite, double cup (talk to 'em)

Better get ya chickens up (talk to 'em)

Spend the bag, hit the club (talk to 'em)

'Nother chick, another (that ain't a flex)

'Nother purple Sprite, double cup (talk to 'em)

Better get ya chickens up (talk to 'em)

Spend the bag, hit the club (talk to 'em)

'Nother chick, another (that ain't a flex)

Written by: Emmanuel Lofton, Kevin Burgess, Mark Julian Felder, Quinten Coblentz, Wes Writer

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