Flex (feat. Devm)
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up!
Going Air Max, when I kick shit, don't dare last
Pulp fiction, this Miramax
Don't be a bitch, just fear Grav!
Steer tracks like engineering
In the sound department, I'm a visionary
This bank shit, I hold accounts and you? Huh, beneficiary
I'm a missionary in the right position
I'm a day one, you a late one, your days done
Room for mistake, there ain't none
You click pictures, I'mma paint one
You need help, I'm a dominator, an abomination of Harvey's nature
Half damaged, flip a coin, now bite the bullet or disappoint
You're gone, poof! I'm a magic man
When I pull up on a record, issa classic fam
Evil temple like Megatron, with devil's horns, got manic plans
Pump up the cavalry, bumpin' my theme
Running the town and one upping my team
I'm working the night and you dead in your sleep
My gang of lions, in a world of sheep
Yeah, they blowin' up my texts
The feeling is T-Rex, when you know that you're the best, let a motherfucker flex!
What is next? I don't know but I'm on my fuckin' flex!
Kill a couple motherfuckers, double up the bodies
Kickin' in the door, I'm Biggie with the army
Bad Boy sipping liquor, better than Iraqis
Fuckin' up your life? Never really sorry
Die in the streets of my city, no pity, I'm leaving your squad feeling giddy
Heads spinning, I'm winning, I'm grinning this ear to ear smile, pay no mind, I'm greedy
My versatility, like a cheetah's agility, I'm drunk
I randomize my mobility and my accesories, it's fun
If you think about me or speak a word that ain't right, you're gone
Beat you up like a drumstick
Punch-punch kick, leave you dead around and I'm gone
Sad that a motherfucker lost his life this way, I'm gone
Mad that a man with a plan, need stripes to be paid, you're wrong
My vest bloody like I'm Rorschach, red spots
I ain't got much, need more cash, it's on!
Yeah, they blowin' up my texts
The feeling is T-Rex, when you know that you're the best, let a motherfucker flex!
What is next? I don't know but I'm on my fuckin' flex!
Run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up!
Going Air Max, when I kick shit, don't dare last
Pulp fiction, this Miramax
Don't be a bitch, just fear Grav!
Steer tracks like engineering
In the sound department, I'm a visionary
This bank shit, I hold accounts and you? Huh, beneficiary
I'm a missionary in the right position
I'm a day one, you a late one, your days done
Room for mistake, there ain't none
You click pictures, I'mma paint one
You need help, I'm a dominator, an abomination of Harvey's nature
Half damaged, flip a coin, now bite the bullet or disappoint
You're gone, poof! I'm a magic man
When I pull up on a record, issa classic fam
Evil temple like Megatron, with devil's horns, got manic plans
Pump up the cavalry, bumpin' my theme
Running the town and one upping my team
I'm working the night and you dead in your sleep
My gang of lions, in a world of sheep
Yeah, they blowin' up my texts
The feeling is T-Rex, when you know that you're the best, let a motherfucker flex!
What is next? I don't know but I'm on my fuckin' flex!
Kill a couple motherfuckers, double up the bodies
Kickin' in the door, I'm Biggie with the army
Bad Boy sipping liquor, better than Iraqis
Fuckin' up your life? Never really sorry
Die in the streets of my city, no pity, I'm leaving your squad feeling giddy
Heads spinning, I'm winning, I'm grinning this ear to ear smile, pay no mind, I'm greedy
My versatility, like a cheetah's agility, I'm drunk
I randomize my mobility and my accesories, it's fun
If you think about me or speak a word that ain't right, you're gone
Beat you up like a drumstick
Punch-punch kick, leave you dead around and I'm gone
Sad that a motherfucker lost his life this way, I'm gone
Mad that a man with a plan, need stripes to be paid, you're wrong
My vest bloody like I'm Rorschach, red spots
I ain't got much, need more cash, it's on!
Yeah, they blowin' up my texts
The feeling is T-Rex, when you know that you're the best, let a motherfucker flex!
What is next? I don't know but I'm on my fuckin' flex!
Credits
Writer(s): Akshay Poojary
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