Funk Flex
Ay Fresco Ay
Yuh Yuh Ayy
Kick it in ayy
Wooh shit, okay
Fuck, check it check it, uh yea
East side chilling
Tell them how I'm feeling
Me, my homie E.S.S. he did in with the mess
We be stunt this, stunt that
My nigga we be strapping
I be rapping
He be lacking
Nah I'm kidding he be handing me the beats
Hand it to my sheet, airdrop that shit make some heat
Goddamn
There is no such thing as defeat
When you feel in the street
And you feeling all the groove
And you feeling in the mood
To just swang
Swang to the beat
Swang on my feet
Swang to the money and the bitches
They be coming in running so quick
So quickly lemme tell ya shit be
Really damn lit B
Really damn litty, yuh
Flex
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Yuh
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Flex, flex
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Yuh
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Yuh
Maybe we be baking we be dazy
Nigga I be lazy daily
And I don't really smoke much but the dank got me hazy
Praise me
Goddamn I'ma God
Nigga it's no fraud
Nuhh uhh
Goddamn
Gettin hella broads I be feelin kinda odd when I pull up with the soft bread
Soft lead
Scribbling with the number 2 pencil
Smile on the right got a dimple
Bad bitch got back dimples
Fresco stay popping like a pimple
Nimble with the lines
So fresh so fine
Hit it dude one time
How you do that? I uh
Flex
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Yuh
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Flex, flex
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Yuh
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Yuh
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Flex
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Yuh
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Flex
One more time
One more time
One more time for the haters
Tell me what the fuck is you cooking?
I'm cooking that bacon
I'm cooking that pork yea that porkchop
While you is just hating
Goddamn
Cookie so nice like I'm fried like I'm burning in hell next to Satan
All of the game is right here and it's here for the taking
Fresco straight real aint got time for the faking
No time for the faking
Aint got time for the faking
No Faking
Flex
Yuh Yuh Ayy
Kick it in ayy
Wooh shit, okay
Fuck, check it check it, uh yea
East side chilling
Tell them how I'm feeling
Me, my homie E.S.S. he did in with the mess
We be stunt this, stunt that
My nigga we be strapping
I be rapping
He be lacking
Nah I'm kidding he be handing me the beats
Hand it to my sheet, airdrop that shit make some heat
Goddamn
There is no such thing as defeat
When you feel in the street
And you feeling all the groove
And you feeling in the mood
To just swang
Swang to the beat
Swang on my feet
Swang to the money and the bitches
They be coming in running so quick
So quickly lemme tell ya shit be
Really damn lit B
Really damn litty, yuh
Flex
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Yuh
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Flex, flex
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Yuh
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Yuh
Maybe we be baking we be dazy
Nigga I be lazy daily
And I don't really smoke much but the dank got me hazy
Praise me
Goddamn I'ma God
Nigga it's no fraud
Nuhh uhh
Goddamn
Gettin hella broads I be feelin kinda odd when I pull up with the soft bread
Soft lead
Scribbling with the number 2 pencil
Smile on the right got a dimple
Bad bitch got back dimples
Fresco stay popping like a pimple
Nimble with the lines
So fresh so fine
Hit it dude one time
How you do that? I uh
Flex
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Yuh
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Flex, flex
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Yuh
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Yuh
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Flex
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Yuh
That's my ice
That's my ice
That's my ice
Flex
One more time
One more time
One more time for the haters
Tell me what the fuck is you cooking?
I'm cooking that bacon
I'm cooking that pork yea that porkchop
While you is just hating
Goddamn
Cookie so nice like I'm fried like I'm burning in hell next to Satan
All of the game is right here and it's here for the taking
Fresco straight real aint got time for the faking
No time for the faking
Aint got time for the faking
No Faking
Flex
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