Flex (feat. Orochi)
Yea Yea
Wait
Cook it up I'm a chef
No talking get hit with the left
Load it up hit ya chest
I'm taking ya breathe
Amazing I stand from the rest
I'll send you to rest
She all on my neck
Always been good with the tech
You know I don't stress
We leave a mess
Gadgets on me Johnny Test
You know I'm the best
Ah man
Step down from the money and I'm still a tall man
Imma young prophet call me Jay
Shaman
All bark no bite get ya boy talking shit
Finna be a lick
Boy you better call him
Batman shit only work in the night
I'm too icey finna melt in the light
Hit em up one time call it out on sight
I'm like mike with left and the right
I come in with a big bang
Lil dude onto big things
I got ya whole house on a lil ring
I pop bottles got ice and the pink drink
Fake bitch dont act like you know me
Talk to the hand glance at the rollie
Lil haters that talk that shit
Guns down hands up now show me
You talk down get hurt
Tooly on blast 6 feet in the dirt
Dry mouth imma quench that thirst
Water em down yea that shit squirt
Never seen last cause I always get first
Always got first
Yea I always been first
Chasing me now how the roles reverse
Remember them lines no time to rehearse
To fresh in this bitch
Rollie on drip got wet on my wrist
Nigga act cold imma melt that shit
Ice on blast with the brand new fit
Get stomped new kicks
Now you rest in piss
Imma sit back imma keep doing me
You gone pay for the shit cause ain't shit free
Left on read sticked up can't see
Ya girl got passed from the A to the Z
Wait
Cook it up I'm a chef
No talking get hit with the left
Load it up hit ya chest
I'm taking ya breathe
Amazing I stand from the rest
I'll send you to rest
She all on my neck
Always been good with the tech
You know I don't stress
We leave a mess
Gadgets on me Johnny Test
You know I'm the best
Ah man
Step down from the money and I'm still a tall man
Imma young prophet call me Jay
Shaman
All bark no bite get ya boy talking shit
Finna be a lick
Boy you better call him
Batman shit only work in the night
I'm too icey finna melt in the light
Hit em up one time call it out on sight
I'm like mike with left and the right
I come in with a big bang
Lil dude onto big things
I got ya whole house on a lil ring
I pop bottles got ice and the pink drink
Fake bitch dont act like you know me
Talk to the hand glance at the rollie
Lil haters that talk that shit
Guns down hands up now show me
You talk down get hurt
Tooly on blast 6 feet in the dirt
Dry mouth imma quench that thirst
Water em down yea that shit squirt
Never seen last cause I always get first
Always got first
Yea I always been first
Chasing me now how the roles reverse
Remember them lines no time to rehearse
To fresh in this bitch
Rollie on drip got wet on my wrist
Nigga act cold imma melt that shit
Ice on blast with the brand new fit
Get stomped new kicks
Now you rest in piss
Imma sit back imma keep doing me
You gone pay for the shit cause ain't shit free
Left on read sticked up can't see
Ya girl got passed from the A to the Z
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Kelsey Jr
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