Fake Flex
You aint pull up
You aint really 'bout that action
You aint want smoke me if you came at ya
And I wouldn't hesitate to take your mofucking life
8512 back where the drive where you stay at
I would be careful 'cause I know where you lay at
I would be careful 'cause I know how to aim that
And my homies do too
Ima pull up with the whole fucking crew
And you don't keep a pole
How the fuck you flexing when you wear the same clothes
How you gon' keep dissing me for the clout
Keep my fucking name out yo' dick sucking mouth
Catch me in the north for' you catch me in south
If I come to the south then i'm going all out
That's that fake flex
You aint got no paycheck
2600 no gang
Wavy gang all on the spray
Aint no watch yeah
Couple racks going
Get you shot aye
You aint bout that shit that you talking
You is not aye
Yeah they is so lame
Yall is some no names
(Yall is some no names)
2600 no gang
2600 no gang
Wavy gang all on the spray
Yeah don't talk on the gang
Bitch you run
Yeah you really walk
Pull up on yo' bitch and she suck me off
Run up to yo' crib and we popping off
Yous' a pussy ass bitch
Boy you fucking soft
I don't got no time for you fucking lames
Pull up off white bitch you know my name
Me and Adam fuck yo' bitch like a gang bang
Get the fuck up off my dick
Bitch get out my face
42600
(Yeah, Hoe)
You aint really 'bout that action
You aint want smoke me if you came at ya
And I wouldn't hesitate to take your mofucking life
8512 back where the drive where you stay at
I would be careful 'cause I know where you lay at
I would be careful 'cause I know how to aim that
And my homies do too
Ima pull up with the whole fucking crew
And you don't keep a pole
How the fuck you flexing when you wear the same clothes
How you gon' keep dissing me for the clout
Keep my fucking name out yo' dick sucking mouth
Catch me in the north for' you catch me in south
If I come to the south then i'm going all out
That's that fake flex
You aint got no paycheck
2600 no gang
Wavy gang all on the spray
Aint no watch yeah
Couple racks going
Get you shot aye
You aint bout that shit that you talking
You is not aye
Yeah they is so lame
Yall is some no names
(Yall is some no names)
2600 no gang
2600 no gang
Wavy gang all on the spray
Yeah don't talk on the gang
Bitch you run
Yeah you really walk
Pull up on yo' bitch and she suck me off
Run up to yo' crib and we popping off
Yous' a pussy ass bitch
Boy you fucking soft
I don't got no time for you fucking lames
Pull up off white bitch you know my name
Me and Adam fuck yo' bitch like a gang bang
Get the fuck up off my dick
Bitch get out my face
42600
(Yeah, Hoe)
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Writer(s): Dylan Senesac
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