Flex Zone
I got ice
I got sauce
I got cash
I got chains
I got fame
Niggas back and back again
Smoke the blunt
We got some guns
We got no saint
We got who
We got rich
We going to flex
We got to hit
We going to fuck
Keep rapping up
Cause I'm going to hit the top
We got who
Not stopping
Keep on rocking
Till I hit that bar
Niggas tripping
Counting mills
Gold diggers need that car
Niggas on chains
Meet the woo
What you going to do
Blow the roof
Chilling with the god of flows
Can't go low
I got ice
I got sauce
I got cash
I got chains
I got fame
Niggas back and back again
Smoke the blunt
We got got some guns
We got no saint
We got who
We got rich
We going to flex
We got to a hit
We going to fuck
Keep rapping up
Cause I'm going to hit the top
We got who
Getting paid
Everyday
Pop my shit on a Saturday
Pull up on your niggas on a Friday
Man's not hot on a Sunday
Get that stuck in your head
Lots of enemies
I got foes
Keep your distance I don't want no mother fucken stain on my clothes
I got sauce
I got cash
I got chains
I got fame
Niggas back and back again
Smoke the blunt
We got em guns
We got no saint
We got woo
We got rich
We going to flex
We got to hit
We going to fuck
Keep rapping up
Cause I'm going to hit the top
We got who
I got sauce
I got cash
I got chains
I got fame
Niggas back and back again
Smoke the blunt
We got some guns
We got no saint
We got who
We got rich
We going to flex
We got to hit
We going to fuck
Keep rapping up
Cause I'm going to hit the top
We got who
Not stopping
Keep on rocking
Till I hit that bar
Niggas tripping
Counting mills
Gold diggers need that car
Niggas on chains
Meet the woo
What you going to do
Blow the roof
Chilling with the god of flows
Can't go low
I got ice
I got sauce
I got cash
I got chains
I got fame
Niggas back and back again
Smoke the blunt
We got got some guns
We got no saint
We got who
We got rich
We going to flex
We got to a hit
We going to fuck
Keep rapping up
Cause I'm going to hit the top
We got who
Getting paid
Everyday
Pop my shit on a Saturday
Pull up on your niggas on a Friday
Man's not hot on a Sunday
Get that stuck in your head
Lots of enemies
I got foes
Keep your distance I don't want no mother fucken stain on my clothes
I got sauce
I got cash
I got chains
I got fame
Niggas back and back again
Smoke the blunt
We got em guns
We got no saint
We got woo
We got rich
We going to flex
We got to hit
We going to fuck
Keep rapping up
Cause I'm going to hit the top
We got who
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Writer(s): Uduak Umoh
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