Flex
Yeah
I don't cap
I don't beef
I just flex
I don't cap
I don't beef
I just flex
I don't cap
I don't beef
I just flex
Still got my foot on dey necks
Shoutout to my fans
Every one of yall
And if you ever see my haters
Tell em "Fuck em all"
Never said I was da champ or da underdog
But don't assume I'm like deez fake bitches dat y'all come across
I started rappin in my whip, and I'm still in it
Even tho I'm more poppin
I don't feel different
My whole team starvin
I'ma be da meal ticket
Know dey can't stand to see me winnin
Fuck it, deal wit it
Prayin on my downfall
Hopin I lose
Dey ain't wit me in da gym, so I'm cool wit da boo's
Dey won't admit dat I'm da nicest
Sayin it's a ghost in my presence when I write shit
Dey ain't soundin like dis!
Always in my fuckin views
Neva wanna like shit
Buildin up my stock, like dey workin thru a nightshift
I done heard da competition
Dey ain't hot at all
And all dey really want is clout, but I got it all
Crabs comin from da barrel outta nowhere
I know dey really hate me, but I don't care
All joey in da buildin when we both there
I knew you wasn't really tryna go there
I don't cap
I don't beef
I just flex
Move around, so my toes don't get stepped
I don't cap
I don't beef
I just flex
Still got my foot on dey necks!
Thought it was yall turn?
Nah, it's still my go
Y'all made a lil bit of noise
I'ma kill dat doe
Real ass hoe
I'ma make em feel dat tho
Miyagi
Da most hated, baby
Yea, I know
I'm still movin thru da crowd like I can't be touched
Still finessin every nigga like I can't be cuffed
I tried to let you bitches slide
Like it can't be much
I got my ice skates on
It's da Stanley Cup
Wooooo...
I been a threat
Y'all knew dat
Since my first session in da studio
I had em yellin "who dat?"
Told me to tone it down
Said I talk too slick
Bitch, are you a fan or nah?
Just get off my dick
I'm makin niggas blow a bag cuz I talk like this
Thinkin dey bouta get some ass
I don't move dat quick
If I ain't wit it
I ain't wit it
I don't do dat shit
And fuck sayin you da best
You gotta prove dat shit
Crabs comin from da barrel outta nowhere
I know dey really hate me, but I don't care
All joey in da buildin when we both there
I knew you wasn't really tryna go there
I don't cap
I don't beef
I just flex
Move around, so my toes don't get stepped
I don't cap
I don't beef
I just flex
Still got my foot on dey necks!
I don't cap
I don't beef
I just flex
I don't cap
I don't beef
I just flex
I don't cap
I don't beef
I just flex
Still got my foot on dey necks
Shoutout to my fans
Every one of yall
And if you ever see my haters
Tell em "Fuck em all"
Never said I was da champ or da underdog
But don't assume I'm like deez fake bitches dat y'all come across
I started rappin in my whip, and I'm still in it
Even tho I'm more poppin
I don't feel different
My whole team starvin
I'ma be da meal ticket
Know dey can't stand to see me winnin
Fuck it, deal wit it
Prayin on my downfall
Hopin I lose
Dey ain't wit me in da gym, so I'm cool wit da boo's
Dey won't admit dat I'm da nicest
Sayin it's a ghost in my presence when I write shit
Dey ain't soundin like dis!
Always in my fuckin views
Neva wanna like shit
Buildin up my stock, like dey workin thru a nightshift
I done heard da competition
Dey ain't hot at all
And all dey really want is clout, but I got it all
Crabs comin from da barrel outta nowhere
I know dey really hate me, but I don't care
All joey in da buildin when we both there
I knew you wasn't really tryna go there
I don't cap
I don't beef
I just flex
Move around, so my toes don't get stepped
I don't cap
I don't beef
I just flex
Still got my foot on dey necks!
Thought it was yall turn?
Nah, it's still my go
Y'all made a lil bit of noise
I'ma kill dat doe
Real ass hoe
I'ma make em feel dat tho
Miyagi
Da most hated, baby
Yea, I know
I'm still movin thru da crowd like I can't be touched
Still finessin every nigga like I can't be cuffed
I tried to let you bitches slide
Like it can't be much
I got my ice skates on
It's da Stanley Cup
Wooooo...
I been a threat
Y'all knew dat
Since my first session in da studio
I had em yellin "who dat?"
Told me to tone it down
Said I talk too slick
Bitch, are you a fan or nah?
Just get off my dick
I'm makin niggas blow a bag cuz I talk like this
Thinkin dey bouta get some ass
I don't move dat quick
If I ain't wit it
I ain't wit it
I don't do dat shit
And fuck sayin you da best
You gotta prove dat shit
Crabs comin from da barrel outta nowhere
I know dey really hate me, but I don't care
All joey in da buildin when we both there
I knew you wasn't really tryna go there
I don't cap
I don't beef
I just flex
Move around, so my toes don't get stepped
I don't cap
I don't beef
I just flex
Still got my foot on dey necks!
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Writer(s): Shayla Freeman
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