Andy Ashley feat. Brysonlovesgas, Prime Nasti, Vice Vincent, Colt Cassidy, Miss Twisty & Jyrax -
The Red Demo
Might Flex
I might flex
I might flex
I might flex
On you
I might go flex
With my team
Two Twin glocks
You gone' eat
Green Beams (beans)
Dirty Fanta
My soda cream
Rolling up
Too clean
Killing the scene
These niggas mad
Cause they ain't with my team
I'm walking in Louis
I like what I see
Pay for my flights
Cause my swag ain't free
Smoking back to back
Cigarettes
Notes in my package
Flip a pack
Now my niggas wildin'
Flexing on jacks
With my lyricism on the map
Get off the mics
And I leave you with a fucking gap
Between me and you
There's a fine line
Not wasting time
Not egotistic
My niggas shine
And that's real shit
My Houston don's
Spill shit
I'm only 20
That's my Heineken
Don't spill it
Backpack rap
That book bag shit
I gave up
Rap hood-rat shit
Hard to fight
When you want it on ya wrist
Brand new me
Just look at the clique
I came in
As rap intellectual
Got yo bitch
In the the back
Getting sexual
Poor little mama
Tried to hit me on the cellular
But I don't pick up
I've been trying to tell ya girl
I'm weak as fuck
I might flex
I might flex
I might flex
On you
Feel like Edge
I might flex
New Patek
On my wrist
Dirty bitch
Want the sex
Sorry bitch
Need the head
Shawty text
Left on read
You an Op
You a Fed
I get bread
Tesla Red
Onto next
Yeah, AYE
Probably whip the Tesla
Or the Benz
When I get a milli
I'ma flex
Niggas sipping Tech
Nothing less
Niggas run around with that Gat
Till' they get caught
Then they rest
Niggas stacking up
With the team
Fuck do you mean?
Niggas done' been on the scene
Got all this ice
I stay clean
Polar my teeth
You can see ice
When I breathe
HAUH
I might flex
I might flex
I might flex
On you
I might flex on these hoes
Text all my hoes
He hits me up
Says where you at?
Got gloves on the mound
Now I'm swinging on bat
Copped a pitcher
I'm hitting that slugger
Spit the track
Stay smooth like butter
Take me home
I'll set the lord's supper
Set the table
Bitch I'm the steak
Milk the cow
Fam, suck my udder
Mr. Rax coming with the flex
Funny cause' yo bitch know I'm next
Mr. Rax got all the drip
Got yo bitch leaking though
Her panties and her clit
I got checks
With a check
On a check
On my neck
With my wrist
In yo bitch
And she wet
Super wet
I might flex
I might flex
On you
I might go flex
With my team
Two Twin glocks
You gone' eat
Green Beams (beans)
Dirty Fanta
My soda cream
Rolling up
Too clean
Killing the scene
These niggas mad
Cause they ain't with my team
I'm walking in Louis
I like what I see
Pay for my flights
Cause my swag ain't free
Smoking back to back
Cigarettes
Notes in my package
Flip a pack
Now my niggas wildin'
Flexing on jacks
With my lyricism on the map
Get off the mics
And I leave you with a fucking gap
Between me and you
There's a fine line
Not wasting time
Not egotistic
My niggas shine
And that's real shit
My Houston don's
Spill shit
I'm only 20
That's my Heineken
Don't spill it
Backpack rap
That book bag shit
I gave up
Rap hood-rat shit
Hard to fight
When you want it on ya wrist
Brand new me
Just look at the clique
I came in
As rap intellectual
Got yo bitch
In the the back
Getting sexual
Poor little mama
Tried to hit me on the cellular
But I don't pick up
I've been trying to tell ya girl
I'm weak as fuck
I might flex
I might flex
I might flex
On you
Feel like Edge
I might flex
New Patek
On my wrist
Dirty bitch
Want the sex
Sorry bitch
Need the head
Shawty text
Left on read
You an Op
You a Fed
I get bread
Tesla Red
Onto next
Yeah, AYE
Probably whip the Tesla
Or the Benz
When I get a milli
I'ma flex
Niggas sipping Tech
Nothing less
Niggas run around with that Gat
Till' they get caught
Then they rest
Niggas stacking up
With the team
Fuck do you mean?
Niggas done' been on the scene
Got all this ice
I stay clean
Polar my teeth
You can see ice
When I breathe
HAUH
I might flex
I might flex
I might flex
On you
I might flex on these hoes
Text all my hoes
He hits me up
Says where you at?
Got gloves on the mound
Now I'm swinging on bat
Copped a pitcher
I'm hitting that slugger
Spit the track
Stay smooth like butter
Take me home
I'll set the lord's supper
Set the table
Bitch I'm the steak
Milk the cow
Fam, suck my udder
Mr. Rax coming with the flex
Funny cause' yo bitch know I'm next
Mr. Rax got all the drip
Got yo bitch leaking though
Her panties and her clit
I got checks
With a check
On a check
On my neck
With my wrist
In yo bitch
And she wet
Super wet
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Writer(s): Andrew Milburn
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