Occasional Flex

Two flics like I'm sparking a splif, huh
All of my guys really winning
If one getting up then we all getting lit, huh
Don't knock my recognition
Like I wasn't the one that had started this shit
Competition? You retarded as shit
Ain't no one going harder than this, No no...

Nigga don't try that shit solo
I've been in a deep vibe since I lost my bro
The only reason I'm in this bitch dolo
'Cause ya whole gang equivalent to one of my folks
Except ya'll less with a side of regret
We are not the same set, That's a fact I know
Pray I don't die next, got a cross on neck
Now they gonna ask why my wrist on froze
(Oh oh oze)
Occasional flex every once in a while
I know my presence keep y'all niggas silent
I'm in that bitch pulling strings like a Violin
(Ah)
You can't relate like a kid and step father
I gotta step it up just to go harder
Step it up Stepper like Jesus on water

Way I be floating on these
Same bitch that never hit me back
Was the same one that gave me throat on her knees
Hoes tryna gimme dome overseas
Ex bestie say she love me
Tell me how you love me when you folding on me?
Like what you doing on that pole for the green?
When you know I love to soak it for free
(Mhm)
She wanna peace of this dick
(Mhm)
When I put it on her lips she be like
(Mhm)
You know it's straight cream that I get
(Mhm)
Stack green that's need in this bitch
(Mhm)
And no I never needed a bitch
But she need me, I don't need a treesh on my dick
(Un mm)
She tryna gimme sheesh in a whip
(Room room)
Swear everybody peep when I go zoom zoom
(Aye)

Heart ripping up, now I'm feeling painless
Remember my shit was "OK"
But nowadays I'm the one that just can't miss
I think back when me and LA
Were talking bout goals at the job at the day shift
To bring back my nigga LA
Shit I'd trade it all like fuck being famous
He had my back when everyone hated
Ain't call me wack, kept me motivated
Doing shit like a youngin inspiration
So full of life like who the fuck would take it?
This shit ain't right at all
I swear I dead used to starve this nigga to getting that paper
Now that you gone I definitely got to make it
I can't be nice the only thing I make is
Hits...

Two flics like I'm sparking a splif, huh
All of my guys really winning
If one getting up then we all getting lit, huh
Don't knock my recognition
Like I wasn't the one that had started this shit
Competition? You retarded as shit
Ain't no one going harder than this, No no...

Nigga don't try that shit solo
I've been in a deep vibe since I lost my bro
The only reason I'm in this bitch dolo
'Cause ya whole gang equivalent to one of my folks
Except ya'll less with a side of regret
We are not the same set, That's a fact I know
Pray I don't die next, got a cross on neck
Now they gonna ask why my wrist on froze
(Oh oh oze)
Occasional flex every once in a while
I know my presence keep y'all niggas silent
I'm in that bitch pulling strings like a Violin
(Ah)
You can't relate like a kid and step father
I gotta step it up just to go harder
Step it up Stepper like Jesus on water



Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Robinson
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