Quick Flex
Yuh
Aye
I learned that I gotta lay low
My business ain't yo business
That's prolly sum I'd pay for
Mental health worth more than fitness
Better ask permission ain't no forgiveness
We gon run the city til the charges hit us
But they ain't catching us still running up the score
Mavs when they play the Clippers
This ain't no bank scam but the teller my witness
I hope he don't snitch
Carolina I be Young in a blitz
49er I be jumping the trenches like I'm posed-a
Calling me Nick
Storming out I be throwing a fit
On the fence too afraid to commit
I'mma give em hell made em tempted to quit
They told me "Formerly I thought you getting extorted"
I told em ain't paying for shit
Step to me cordially after you witness the truth
You'll see I'm as real as it gets
Talk about royalty should be the king of my village
But villains deported me, talk about loyalty
Stayed down when you wasn't banking for shit
Now I keep my royalties bitches they spoil me
1-man crew and I'm big enough to take a task force
I be reckless
In a hail storm with a bullet proof whip
Didn't even need a bandage
Little quick flex
I don't even be doing this rap to be making a profit
Bitch I got 20k in my pocket
And more that I can't even manage
Want first class seats for my crew n'em
Fresh fruit picked from Jerusalem
I got coup d'etats for a database
If you say the name I be bruisin em
Lil bitch sturdy as aluminum
Give her a tough time bend don't break
Stay wise I be living frugal
Til it's time to splash money on a dinner plate
I ain't pointing fingers
But the last thing I'mma flex for you is some jewelry
Compare me to singers
But I only care how my plate look, charcuterie
LEN illest lil quick witted motherfucker coming out of Texas
Got my own city
I be claiming all my sons for writeoffs and the census
Got a payroll, that's a checklist
Can't pick songs for my setlist
No gimmick gotta try to cater for the VIPs up on the guest list
Putting up a clinic
It's funny man I ain't think that I was going that hard
Facing tough decisions
Not sure if I'mma cop the C8 or the Jaguar
But you know that I'm a
1-man crew and I'm big enough to take a task force
I be reckless
In a hail storm with a bullet proof whip
Didn't even need a bandage
Little quick flex
I don't even be doing this rap to be making a profit
Bitch I got 20k in my pocket
And more that I can't even manage
Aye
I learned that I gotta lay low
My business ain't yo business
That's prolly sum I'd pay for
Mental health worth more than fitness
Better ask permission ain't no forgiveness
We gon run the city til the charges hit us
But they ain't catching us still running up the score
Mavs when they play the Clippers
This ain't no bank scam but the teller my witness
I hope he don't snitch
Carolina I be Young in a blitz
49er I be jumping the trenches like I'm posed-a
Calling me Nick
Storming out I be throwing a fit
On the fence too afraid to commit
I'mma give em hell made em tempted to quit
They told me "Formerly I thought you getting extorted"
I told em ain't paying for shit
Step to me cordially after you witness the truth
You'll see I'm as real as it gets
Talk about royalty should be the king of my village
But villains deported me, talk about loyalty
Stayed down when you wasn't banking for shit
Now I keep my royalties bitches they spoil me
1-man crew and I'm big enough to take a task force
I be reckless
In a hail storm with a bullet proof whip
Didn't even need a bandage
Little quick flex
I don't even be doing this rap to be making a profit
Bitch I got 20k in my pocket
And more that I can't even manage
Want first class seats for my crew n'em
Fresh fruit picked from Jerusalem
I got coup d'etats for a database
If you say the name I be bruisin em
Lil bitch sturdy as aluminum
Give her a tough time bend don't break
Stay wise I be living frugal
Til it's time to splash money on a dinner plate
I ain't pointing fingers
But the last thing I'mma flex for you is some jewelry
Compare me to singers
But I only care how my plate look, charcuterie
LEN illest lil quick witted motherfucker coming out of Texas
Got my own city
I be claiming all my sons for writeoffs and the census
Got a payroll, that's a checklist
Can't pick songs for my setlist
No gimmick gotta try to cater for the VIPs up on the guest list
Putting up a clinic
It's funny man I ain't think that I was going that hard
Facing tough decisions
Not sure if I'mma cop the C8 or the Jaguar
But you know that I'm a
1-man crew and I'm big enough to take a task force
I be reckless
In a hail storm with a bullet proof whip
Didn't even need a bandage
Little quick flex
I don't even be doing this rap to be making a profit
Bitch I got 20k in my pocket
And more that I can't even manage
Credits
Writer(s): Mike Elyian
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