Flex Up Lyrics – Lil Yachty, Future, Playboi Carti
Singer: Lil Yachty, Future, Playboi Carti
Title: Flex Up
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
Bet you won’t get no murders out me (homicide, homicide)
Go tell the cops (homicide), I bet you won’t get no murders out me (woah)
Flex up, racks up (homicide)
Flex up (what?), racks up (dig?)
Flex up (flex up), racks up (racks up)
Flex up (flex up), racks up (dig?)
Sticks up, sticks up (what?)
Sticks up, sticks up (dig?)
Pick up the K, yeah (what?)
I pick up the Drac’, yeah (slatt)
Spray at your b#tch (b#tch, slatt)
She gave me face, yeah (Carti)
I sprayed at the opp, yeah (talk ’bout)
He got shot in his face (yeah)
I’m on codeine (yeah)
I’m fallin’ in love with codeine
I really be sippin’ the lean (yeah)
I’m never sippin’ the green (yeah)
I’m doin’ them drugs, mean (slatt)
I’m doin’ them drugs, mean (pow)
That white ho love me (yeah)
That white b#tch love me, hol’ on
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (dig?)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (dig?)
Six speeds, Bentleys, APs, that sh#t light
Two-piece, FNs, red dots, chop your height
His b#tch posted us on her story, now he tight
My b#tch, she know better, she do that and she might die
I was buyin’ Birkins at 18 (yeah, yeah)
That’s why she don’t mind the B’s, **** you mean? (Woo)
My Spur fatal (woo), rock ’em, cradle (grrt)
I don’t hang with brokes (grrt), I don’t take advice (boom)
n#gg#s snitchin’, meet in person, feds tapped bro device (bih)
Spent a quarter like a hoarder, ball like Jerry Rice (slatt)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah
Bet you won’t get no murders out me
Go tell the cops, I bet you won’t get no murders out me
Bet you won’t get no murders out me (woo, yeah)
Go tell the cops (yeah), I bet you won’t get no murders out me (go)
Flip flop, drop-top, swap out, four-door Rolls
Pill poppers, head doctor, she swallow it up, woah, woah, woah
Big as a Bronco, big-ass chopper, rings lightin’ up, woah, woah, woah
Hella boppers suck me proper, like to gobble, woah, woah, woah
Richard Mille aquia, I’m flippin’ that tilapia
Turn the temperature way up, they can’t get in the way of us
Private invitational, but everyone is safe to come
Gotta make my haters mad, give ’em somethin’ to talk about
Take a b#tch from south of France, push her back to Waffle House
Murder on the case, I had to spazz, **** her doggystyle
I don’t know how to be a normal n#gg#, one thing I forgot
I got blood then on the floor, but now I ball like basketball (burr)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Lambo’)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (tell the cops)
(I bet you) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (I bet you)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
Bet you won’t get no murders out me
(Big bands) Woah, woah woah
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