LIL TWIST - No Flex Zone lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Youngin's back, tungin'

Golden Child

Uuh flex flex

No Flex, zone

(Verse)

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)

(Outro)

Now that's fast

Yeah

Yo, Fooly

It's new money

Cash money