Disturbed

Flex up, flex up, flex up, flex up
Flex like, flex like ou, flex like,flex like ou
Flex up, flex up, flex up, flex up
Flex like, flex like ou, flex like,flex like ou (Aye)

Yeah I feel disturbed, prolly cuz the perc
Yeah I feel disturbed probably the perc
I got molly on my tooth (aye) said she feel it too
Li-Like yeah I'm off a xan and I feel like peter pan (And)

I'm balling japan, my baby got a tan
And shit speaking about ten yeah I spent like twenty grand
Got more money pay yo grant, tell yo tell yo dad, (Aye)
(Tell you dad he'll understand)
His daughter in my lamb two, I can-i can fan you
Choppa did the ran too, choppa knock a Gantu
Choppa kick it wham u, huh huh
Damn aye,
I got bands too, smack you with a, smack you with a-
(Bitch)

Flex up, flex up, flex up, flex up
Flex like, flex like ou, flex like,flex like ou
Flex up, flex up, flex up, flex up
Flex like, flex like ou, flex like,flex like ou (Ou)

(Uh) That lil nigga better flex up 'cause my niggas with the shits (Uh)
B-B-Bitch im in japan with ya mother fuckin' bitch (Yuh)
Spent ten bands on my wrist 'cause i just dont give a shit
I-I-Im gon' be on tour and all my nigga's gon' be lit (Yuh)
Hop in a big body hellcat (Uh), that bitch go skrr
M-M-My neck feelin cold (Uh), that bitch go blrdd
Yuh
That nigga a bitch (uh), hit 'em in his dome (Uh)
I dont need nobody bitch im good, on my own (Yuh)
Now im makin' money that lil bitch callin' my phone (Yuh)
She touchin my stick, No thats not a bone (Ayee)
Yall be smokin' piss (yuh), bitch im smokin' cones (fa)
Bitch i am legit, (Yeh,Yeh,Yeh,Yeh) and yall nigga's some clones (uh)

Flex up, flex up, flex up, flex up
Flex like, flex like ou, flex like,flex like ou
Flex up, flex up, flex up, flex up
Flex like, flex like ou, flex like,flex like ou
(Ou)



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Writer(s): Luis Cruz
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