متن آهنگ Flex Up (feat. Future & Playboi Carti) از Future

متن آهنگ Flex Up (feat. Future & Playboi Carti) از Future

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa (big Lambo') Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa (you dig?) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa (woo) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa, whoa (flex) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa, whoa Bet you won't get no murders out me (homicide, homicide, yeah) Go tell the cops (flex up), I bet you won't get no murders out me Flex up, racks up (homicide), flex up (what?), Racks up (yeah) Flex up (flex up), racks up (racks up), flex up (flex up), racks up (you dig?) Sticks up, sticks up (what?), Sticks up, sticks up (yeah) Pick up the K, yeah (what?), I pick up the Drac', yeah (slatt) Spray at your bitch (bitch, bitch), she gave me face, yeah (Carti) I sprayed at the opp, yeah, he got shot in his face (yeah) I'm on that Codeine (yeah), I'm fallin' in love with Codeine I really be sippin' the lean (yeah), I'm never sippin' the green (yeah) I'm doin' them drugs, mean, I'm doin' them drugs, mean That white ho love me, that white bitch love me, hold on Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa (get it) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa, whoa (you dig?) Six speeds, Bentleys, APs, that shit light Two-piece, FNs, red dots, chop your height His bitch posted us on her story, now he tight My bitch, she know better, she do that and she might die I was buyin' Birkins at eighteen (yeah, yeah) That's why she don't mind the B's, fuck you mean? (Woo) My Spur fatal, rock 'em, cradle (grrt) I don't hang with brokes, I don't take advice (boom) Niggas snitchin', meet in person, feds tapped bro device Spent a quarter like a hoarder, ball like Jerry Rice Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa Bet you won't get no murders out me Go tell the cops (yeah), I bet you won't get no murders out me Bet you won't get no murders out me (ooh, yeah) Go tell the cops (yeah), I bet you won't get no murders out me (go) Flip flop, drop-top, swap out, four-door Rolls Pill poppers, head doctor, she swallow it up, whoa, whoa, whoa Big as a Bronco, big-ass chopper, rings lightin' up, whoa, whoa, whoa Hella boppers suck me proper, like to gobble, whoa, whoa, whoa Richard Mille aquia, I'm flippin' that tilapia Turn the temperature way up, they can't get in the way of us Private invitational, but everyone is safe to come Gotta make my haters mad, give 'em somethin' to talk about Take a bitch from south of France, push her back to Waffle House Murder on the case, I had to spazz, fuck her doggystyle I don't know how to be a normal nigga, one thing I forgot I got blood then on the floor, but now I ball like basketball (burr) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa (Lambo') Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa, whoa Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa, whoa (tell the cops) (I bet you-) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa, whoa (I bet you-) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa, whoa Bet you won't get no murders out me (Big bands), whoa, whoa, whoa