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Flexin'

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Pop Smoke - Flexin' Lyrics


[Intro](Melo)(You see Kamale, straight away, yeah)Uh, look, why the fuck you got that blixky chain on, nigga?Take it off (Look, look)(Traphouse Mob)[Chorus]All the opp niggas know I be flexin' (Flexin')I did fifteen on my check-ins (Check-ins)Big Louboutin when I'm steppin' (Steppin')Big .38 for the weapon (Weapon)Woo, wooAll the opp niggas know I be flexin' (Flexin')I did fifteen on my check-ins (Check-ins)Big .38 for the weapon (Weapon)[Verse]We gon' hit him and finish him, nobody innocentIf you ain't dead, better lay down (Lay down)All the judge give us sentences, free all my menacesAll on the island like, "What now?" (What the fuck is up, nigga?)Flossy the jungle where niggas gon' rumbleI aim at your head, we don't spray groundWe gon' shoot one or two, we gon' boom up the roomBack out the chop', we gon' spray rounds (Grrt)See that .40 on me, roll a forty-clipI bet I make his ass do forty flips (Forty flips)Sheff G, sauce him upSheff G told me, "Sauce him up" (Sauce that nigga)Woo, fuck KiKiTell Shanie he can suck a dick (Bah, bah)Bullets makin' him sleepy like HallowOne in the head if a nigga wan' follow (Yeah)Niggas only respect you because your brother (Uh)Double-punched you and you called your mother (Uh, uh)That's what brothers do for one anotherThat's the only reason I ain't put you under (Uh, uh)That double G will make a nigga cry (Cry)Smokin' big KiKi till a nigga high (Bye-bye)I can't trust a bitch 'cause these bitches line (Nah)And that's how a couple my niggas died (Nah)Yeah, I'm big 092, woo (Melo)I'm posted on the lanes, I be flossin' (Woo)Bentley truck when I'm slidin', my bitches exoticMy hands off the wheel when I'm parkin' (Parkin')Jamos told me, "Get the cash"Amiri the denims, don't ask what it cost though (Go get that cash, nigga)He get nailed to the cross if he SRKLet's talk about it if you feel a way (Grr)Nigga, everythin' K, big 24Don't call me bluff (Bah), kick down the door (Bah)Big 092, show no remorseBuyin' designer, all in the storesCan't get you out, bitch, you a whoreFor my lil' guy, D'usse on a floor (Uh)I make a call, bitch, and it's war (War)Two-liter Sprite (Sprite), I pour a fourPull up TD, I got ten in my jeans (Uh)Pop out with me, watchin' TV (Yeah, yeah)Patek Phillipe, Givenchy tee (Uh)I need a mill', been in these streets (That's a fact)Know that I'm Floss, come to the East (Uh)LOAB, screamin', "Free Ree" (Free Ree!)Shooters in plaza, stay with the sleazeI call the Ape, free Melly Gz (Free Melly Gz, nigga)[Chorus]All the opp niggas know I be flexin' (Traphouse Mob, flexin')I did fifteen on my check-ins (Check-ins)Big Louboutin when I'm steppin' (Steppin')Big .38 for the weapon (Weapon)Woo, wooAll the opp niggas know I be flexin' (Flexin')I did fifteen on my check-ins (Check-ins)Big .38 for the weapon (Weapon)

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