"Flexxin (Drenchmix)" lyrics
Just give me a lo', we gon' bend it
Switches, I do recommend it
(Uh, Drench 'em, drench 'em)
I got missiles boy, don't let me send 'em
And my niggas ain't wit' the pretendin'
Good 'ooters, it ain't no contendin'
He dissed bro then ascended, exactly what niggas expected
They get stuck when we finish it, everybody gettin' it
It ain't ya beef then don't get in it
This shit boost my adrenaline
We made 'em relevant, now everyday he need medicine
They know who sendin' 'em
Ain't no preventin' 'em, even though police protectin' 'em
They V's be deadin' 'em
Be wit' some slimes and them niggas yellin' out "M&M"
.40 on me, I been buggin' since a lil' shorty
Tryna catch a nigga early in the mornin'
They was dissin' now them niggas mournin'
They ain't slide for shh-, cause he ain't important
I dril and I rap like Vroy, put sumn' in his back like Broy
Hollow tips make him dance, he a beat boy
Fuck the Floss , can't wait 'til we see Roy
Nigga I'm WoooK, yeah from the Ville
Them niggas know, we on they heels
If I wanna spin, he don't need pills
They know my name, I'm doin' drills
Them niggas scared, I'm in they dreams
Your bitch is drench, she did the team
Call it Rosé, it got a beam
He on his way, he comin' wit' beams
Them niggas know I be flexin' on 'em, really steppin' on 'em
He mention bro, now we extra on him
News 12, that's how you put pressure on 'em
He ain't even have a weapon on him
Caught him lackin' then we crept up on him
We treat the opps like insects, that's how we really be steppin' on 'em
Hol' on, backtrack
We catch that boy that was dissin' and tell him to rap smacks
Fax that
It's a new opp in the air, but we high off the last pack
Pass that
Breezy and Boomer, match that
I'm Aaron Rodgers, catch that
I got Brooklyn on my shoulders, givin' me a bad back
Nigga fuck all the beats, everything dead
You don't gotta ask, one in the head
BT, all the slimes see red
He got touched, I wanted him dead
Them niggas record when they see opps (Why you recordin'?)
Bro still flock when he see cops
My heart cold and the streets hot
Draco sound like a beat box
Them niggas know I be flexin' on 'em, really steppin' on 'em
He mention bro, now we extra on him
News 12, that's how you put pressure on 'em
He ain't even have a weapon on him
Caught him lackin' then we crept up on him
We treat the opps like insects, that's how we really be steppin' on 'em
Switches, I do recommend it
(Uh, Drench 'em, drench 'em)
I got missiles boy, don't let me send 'em
And my niggas ain't wit' the pretendin'
Good 'ooters, it ain't no contendin'
He dissed bro then ascended, exactly what niggas expected
They get stuck when we finish it, everybody gettin' it
It ain't ya beef then don't get in it
This shit boost my adrenaline
We made 'em relevant, now everyday he need medicine
They know who sendin' 'em
Ain't no preventin' 'em, even though police protectin' 'em
They V's be deadin' 'em
Be wit' some slimes and them niggas yellin' out "M&M"
.40 on me, I been buggin' since a lil' shorty
Tryna catch a nigga early in the mornin'
They was dissin' now them niggas mournin'
They ain't slide for shh-, cause he ain't important
I dril and I rap like Vroy, put sumn' in his back like Broy
Hollow tips make him dance, he a beat boy
Fuck the Floss , can't wait 'til we see Roy
Nigga I'm WoooK, yeah from the Ville
Them niggas know, we on they heels
If I wanna spin, he don't need pills
They know my name, I'm doin' drills
Them niggas scared, I'm in they dreams
Your bitch is drench, she did the team
Call it Rosé, it got a beam
He on his way, he comin' wit' beams
Them niggas know I be flexin' on 'em, really steppin' on 'em
He mention bro, now we extra on him
News 12, that's how you put pressure on 'em
He ain't even have a weapon on him
Caught him lackin' then we crept up on him
We treat the opps like insects, that's how we really be steppin' on 'em
Hol' on, backtrack
We catch that boy that was dissin' and tell him to rap smacks
Fax that
It's a new opp in the air, but we high off the last pack
Pass that
Breezy and Boomer, match that
I'm Aaron Rodgers, catch that
I got Brooklyn on my shoulders, givin' me a bad back
Nigga fuck all the beats, everything dead
You don't gotta ask, one in the head
BT, all the slimes see red
He got touched, I wanted him dead
Them niggas record when they see opps (Why you recordin'?)
Bro still flock when he see cops
My heart cold and the streets hot
Draco sound like a beat box
Them niggas know I be flexin' on 'em, really steppin' on 'em
He mention bro, now we extra on him
News 12, that's how you put pressure on 'em
He ain't even have a weapon on him
Caught him lackin' then we crept up on him
We treat the opps like insects, that's how we really be steppin' on 'em
