Project flex
Southside zero nine
Shoutout B city one time
Dio boys you know how we do
I stay flexing in my hood
We gon make it understood
Cause I give this shit my all
And you know that shit is good
I stay flexing in my hood
We gon make it understood
Cause I give this shit my all
And you know that shit is good
It's drippy season like a hundred Bands
I flex with a Honda don't need a Benz
I got all this drip I might need a Fence
I got a whole set I don't need new Friends
When she wanna fuck she don't Got a man
Like brotherman brotherman
Come get your bitch I don't wanna Dance
From february all the way to jan
I stay drippy like the weatherman
Got fits so fly its like on demand
I'm boutta put my city like on the Map
Cause I got my competition running laps
Try to catch up you could never Last
Cause i'm stacking up the rubber Bands
And I flex on em w my orange Pants
And my red pants got a knife Attached
Like shit
Only take advice from the ones I Fight for
You ain't gonna take my place
You gon have to fight for it
When you see me wearing bright Orange
Night night for em
Ay ay
Ay flex on em
Flex flex flex
I flex on em
Flex flex flex
Now flex on em
Flex flex flex
I flex on em
Flex flex flex
I stay flexing in my hood
We gon make it understood
Cause I give this shit my all
And you know that shit is good
I stay flexing in my hood
We gon make it understood
Cause I give this shit my all
And you know that shit is good
Shoutout B city one time
Dio boys you know how we do
I stay flexing in my hood
We gon make it understood
Cause I give this shit my all
And you know that shit is good
I stay flexing in my hood
We gon make it understood
Cause I give this shit my all
And you know that shit is good
It's drippy season like a hundred Bands
I flex with a Honda don't need a Benz
I got all this drip I might need a Fence
I got a whole set I don't need new Friends
When she wanna fuck she don't Got a man
Like brotherman brotherman
Come get your bitch I don't wanna Dance
From february all the way to jan
I stay drippy like the weatherman
Got fits so fly its like on demand
I'm boutta put my city like on the Map
Cause I got my competition running laps
Try to catch up you could never Last
Cause i'm stacking up the rubber Bands
And I flex on em w my orange Pants
And my red pants got a knife Attached
Like shit
Only take advice from the ones I Fight for
You ain't gonna take my place
You gon have to fight for it
When you see me wearing bright Orange
Night night for em
Ay ay
Ay flex on em
Flex flex flex
I flex on em
Flex flex flex
Now flex on em
Flex flex flex
I flex on em
Flex flex flex
I stay flexing in my hood
We gon make it understood
Cause I give this shit my all
And you know that shit is good
I stay flexing in my hood
We gon make it understood
Cause I give this shit my all
And you know that shit is good
Credits
Writer(s): Aryan Suraj
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