Flexing Songtext
von 21 Savage

I got Lil Uzi on the track
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi
21 Savage, where you at?
21, 21, 21, Yeah
Hahahaha
Fam Goon shit, ayy
Fam Goon shit, ayy
Fam Goon shit, ayy
Ayy

Um, yeah, I′m flexin' on purpose, ayy
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ayy
I move that work like the first, ayy
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt, yeah
Um, yeah, I′m flexin' on purpose, ayy
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ayy
I move that work like the first, ayy
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt


I do not need that lil' ho, ayy
Kick that lil′ bitch to the curb, ayy
Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah
Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah
You know your bitch is my ho, ayy
Kick that lil′ bitch to the curb, ayy
You know your bitch is my ho, ayy
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ayy


I cannot ever be celibate
I call more shots than the president
I got some shit they could never get
I been some places they′ve never been
I asked them never compare me to rappers
I don't need a house ′cause you know I'm a trapper
You know what I′m after, you know I'ma get it
They said I couldn't, but nigga, I did it
Do you remember them calling me trash?
Now I got trash bags of cash
I done got over more bumps than a rash
I can put all of these niggas on blast
I might not never get signed
I won′t drop a dime that ain′t of my kind
Tell 'em I′m never retirin'
That shit is declined, I am on my grind
I got your bitch, she said that I′m better
She want me to settle
You bought her some shoes
She not Cinderella, you gotta do better
That pussy be rainin', I bring the umbrella
I kept it one hundred since we been together
She know I′m the realest, you ain't got to tell her
I'm flexin′ on purpose, you niggas is jealous

Um, yeah, I′m flexin' on purpose, ayy
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ayy
I move that work like the first, ayy
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt, yeah
Um, yeah, I′m flexin' on purpose, ayy
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ayy
I move that work like the first, ayy
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt

I do not need that lil′ ho, ayy
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ayy
Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah
Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah
You know your bitch is my ho, ayy
Kick that lil′ bitch to the curb, ayy
You know your bitch is my ho, ayy
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ayy

Bitch dab, I'm on molly ave
Pull up in a cab, stop in the bluff for a slab
But not while that dope in the lab
I fuck me a bitch in a cab
I′m drinking on lean in my craft
I put ice on all of my styles
Donovan money McNabb
Like the Joker, I laugh
Big old mink like a lamb
Jaylin Willard, I am
Hold up, ho, ho, ho, hold up
Geeked up motor and cam
Ice on water like damn
I′m so forever on some grams
I'm a different lil′ species
I know they wanna be me
I want green like a kiwi
Rick Minaj, shout out Beanie
Crisp blue water like genies
And my lawyers gon' free me
Fuck her out that bikini
Ho, don′t say it 'less you mean it

Um, yeah, I′m flexin' on purpose, ayy
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ayy
I move that work like the first, ayy
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt, yeah
Um, yeah, I'm flexin′ on purpose, ayy
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ayy
I move that work like the first, ayy
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt

I do not need that lil′ ho, ayy
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ayy
Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah
Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah
You know your bitch is my ho, ayy
Kick that lil′ bitch to the curb, ayy
You know your bitch is my ho, ayy
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ayy

Kick that lil′ bitch to the curb
Treat that lil' bitch like a bird
Lil′ bitch, you know I'm 'bout action
Lil′ bitch, you know I′m a verb
I chase after bands and I tackle
I hang 'round American gangstas
Rice Street had me shackled
They caught me with green, now they call me a Packer
Forgis on the ′Vette, stagger
In my face, I got a dagger
I catch your bitch and I'ma bag her
Get that mouth and bend her backwards
Get that mouth and then it′s over
I grab that fork and beat the soda
I want money like I'm Hova
VVSs ′cause they colder
VVSs 'cause they colder
Please don't try to race ′cause you gon′ blow your motor
Made a million off a fucking motorola
Tryna make a million, nigga, beat the bowl up
Diamonds sick, nigga, like they got Ebola
Me and Ralo ball like Stephen, Kyle Korver
Tryna get a hundred pounds across the border
Fam Goon, nigga, don't get smarter

Um, yeah, I′m flexin' on purpose, ayy
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ayy
I move that work like the first, ayy
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt, yeah
Um, yeah, I′m flexin' on purpose, ayy
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ayy
I move that work like the first, ayy
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt

I do not need that lil′ ho, ayy
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ayy
Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah
Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah
You know your bitch is my ho, ayy
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ayy
You know your bitch is my ho, ayy
Kick that lil′ bitch to the curb, ayy