DJ Holiday - Flexin lyrics
rate me(Prod. By DJ Spinz & Dun Deal)
Ft. Meek Mill, Future & T.I.
(Hook x4)
I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em
I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em like
(Verse: Meek Mill)
I'm flexing on em' I'm steppin' on 'em
Giuseppes on and them hoes luv it
Pussy nigga try flexin' on us
I'll whoop yo ass like ya stole sumethin'
Ho be like can I hold sumething
I don't let them hoes hold nothin'
Fake niggas wear fake chains with fake ice
That's cold frontin'
Ya don't do it like me nigga
Ya ain't got to like me nigga
Got beef don't talk just do it
Get checked like Nike nigga
Hundred K in my white T nigga
Make a movie like Spike Lee nigga
If it weren't for the rap then it's back the trap
White girl like Ice-T nigga
Popped a molly, she rollin'
I'm sippin' lean, slow motion
I'm high as fuck but I'm swerving
I'm flexin' on 'em Hulk Hogan
And we loaded young rich niggas
We don't fuck with no bitch niggas
Prolly fuckin' yo bitch nigga
Got a condo on my wrist nigga like woah
(Hook x4)
(Verse 2: Future)
I blast off in a space coup
I'm way fresher than a tie and suit
That girl head was so good
I had to nickname her Snaggletooth
I'm awesome, I'm gnarly
I'm a rockstar, I'm way flyer than ya
I'm Keller, I'm Bunguy, yo girlfriend on my bullseye
I got to salute my plug, my plug he made me rich
I got to salute my homies, they turned up in this bitch
A bunch of bad girls in the club tonight
They want to take a nigga home
They want to go on that flight
I'm an astronaut and I'm an alien
And in this car with me is an immigrant
Them two doors they lift up and that turbo that's a robot
I'm leaning, I'm leaning, that drink taste like soda pop
Holiday, ya got a classic, no Reebok
(Hook x4)
(Verse 3: T.I.)
I got mansions out in them hills boy
I count bills with them mils boy
What's quarter mil for that ass is
That Bentley came with them wheels boy
Got big chains with that VS1
War zone, we used to be at one
Eastside North Vietnam
If it's a check out there we finna be at one
I Put money in the duffle
Tell the plug he can give me a couple
Take it back to the trap make it double
I'm in the game for the luv of the hustle
Nobody out to get money do it betta than I
With a bunch of bad bitches and we travelin' high
I've been the shit since Grove Park Douglass High
I'm from zone one Bankhead, reppin' the side
When I'm hangin' at the rack quarter mill on my neck
Errywhere I go these bitches be on my nuts
Nah her booty ain't big enough
Ya suckers don't do shit big as us
Ya don't like me get them millions up
Otherwise I can't hear ya bruh
I said otherwise I can't hear ya bruh
What'd ya say I can't hear ya bruh
(Hook x4)
