LIL TWIST - No Flex Zone Lyrics

Youngin's back, tungin'
Golden Child
Uuh flex flex
No Flex, zone

Two grams, too sauced
Twist still smoking that good
Swisher Sweets or Blackwood (which ones?)
Gettin' at muthafuckas, I should
Still fucking hoes in my hood
Bust a nut then bust a drug
Everybody in this bitch real Blood
I've been doing this shit for a minute
Fresh fade could match a new semi
Told them about about to go blah
Off with ya head nigga, seven to ya ass (wham)
No flex, I'm on
These niggas just a couple boys
Somebody tell Funk Flex I'm on
So my nigga can drop a couple of bombs
Hot 97 what it do?
Fuck Charlamagne, you a bitch (fuck 'em)
Shit, niggas outside like the Clippers getting red
Get ya fuckin' wig split
Niggas outside like the Clippers
And I'm the mothafuckin point guard
How a nigga gonna flex in a zone?
Walk around with his fake report card
Don't get ya car pulled, get ya car took, now you niggas gotta car pool
Bitches swimming with the killas, ain't no room for you fish, this is shark food
Four days since I lay it down
Still walk around with ten chains on
Don't matter if a nigga land in Tokyo
They still going to know my nameo
Twist them diamonds so cool
Twist them diamonds so nasty
You be that Young Money youngin'
Is that why we see bitches flashing?
Twist them diamonds so cool
Roll the blunts like Poo tubes
And I've been high since middle school
So that's why I dropped out of high school
Got more paper than a teacher
Guess you can call that the right move
Walking down the house saying 'What's a job nigga?'
And ain't Devin but I'm that dude
Tell that bitch what? Cash rules
So all on a niggas nuts, cashews
Pull out the dick, bitch glop it quick
Now that's what a nigga call fast food (Young Money)

Now that's fast
Yo, Fooly
It's new money
Cash money

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