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Flexxx
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Flexxx was released on August 10, 2018 by BOY Records/Atlantic Records as a part of the album Started
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AlbumStarted
Release DateAugust 10, 2018
LabelBOY Records/Atlantic Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM59

Credits

Lyrics

I walk around bagged up, damn
Knots in my pocket
Reminisce the days I was broke
I was tryna sneak on the trolley
I used to hide that work in the door
So the po' don't know I got it
Tell that bitch count my rolls
My flex you can't stop it
Plug, that my amigo
He gon' give me kilos
Serve it to the people
Lookin' out the peephole
I think that's them people
We go out the back door
He say he gon' clap though
I know he gon' rat, yeah
Had a hundred guns at my bro's crib
Used to bag the work up at my ho's crib
You told on your man, that's some ho shit
And still tryna come around on some joke shit
That ain't real ****, that's fuck shit
Off of the drugs, can't function
Put a hole in your motherfuckin' pumpkin
Pull up, bang bang, slam dunkin'
Jumpin' out the gym, Blake Griffin
Work in the pot, went missin'
Didn't go to school, I was skippin'
Came back, bust a trap in detention
Mama said boy you trippin'
Hard headed ****, you don't listen
Trap house, I stayed in it
Gotta get back to the kitchen
I walk around bagged up, damn
Knots in my pocket
Reminisce the days I was broke
I was tryna sneak on the trolley
I used to hide that work in the door
So the po' don't know I got it
Tell that bitch count my rolls
My flex you can't stop it
Pull out the shit out the roof
This not a regular coupe
You can't get a check from me boo
I drop a check on my shoes
I'm screamin' free bro 'til he out
We had that work in a drought
What I done drop on my gear
I coulda bought me a house
I coulda bought me a plug
Flood the whole city with drugs
I'm not with that fake shit, all of this cake bitch
I can go buy me some love
I put a tag on your toe with a tag on your head
Wait, they hit the car lot, mash off in the whip
But I still bust a track on the 10 speed
If she ain't a 10, she ain't my speed
Two pistols on me, they Siamese
Still get a plat from the Chinese
Where I'm from they throwin' bullets, Nick Foles
Right on the deuce I was sellin' nickels
Bowling ball head, I'ma give you three holes
Bop bop bop bop, then I gotta go
I walk around bagged up, damn
Knots in my pocket
Reminisce the days I was broke
I was tryna sneak on the trolley
I used to hide that work in the door
So the po' don't know I got it
Tell that bitch count my rolls
My flex you can't stop it
I walk around bagged up, damn
Knots in my pocket
Reminisce the days I was broke
I was tryna sneak on the trolley
I used to hide that work in the door
So the po' don't know I got it
Tell that bitch count my rolls
My flex you can't stop it
Written by: Anthony Millford, Carlton Mays, Marquis Davis, Michael A Dupree, Thomas Austin
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