"FLEXGODHOODRICH" lyrics

"FLEXGODHOODRICH"

Nigga, told my relly fuck fame 'cause I love bein' hood rich
I be with all the ratchets, I love me a hood bitch
When I'm talkin' 'bout pounds, I be takin' 'bout good shit
You would never make money like me if you could flip
When them bullets start flyin', these niggas start runnin'
I'ma serve to the fiends, yeah, the tweakers all buggin'
You know I'm with choppas, I stay with the gunnin'
How you say that you trap and you servin' up onion?
We done made 'bout a hundred band jugg off of yola
Had it snowin' in Cali', we flippin' this snow up
When we talkin' 'bout coca', it's not with the cola
And I can't trust no one, so I'm watchin' my shoulder

Eighty bands in a week, don't I make it look easy?
Got my ice on my neck and my wrist on freezing
How you switch up and told on your man? Now that's treason
My whip a push-start, but we still puttin' keys in, nigga
Made hundred racks and it's outside of rappin'
Made hundred packs and it's outside of trappin'
Ain't talkin' hats, but you niggas be cappin'
Nigga, Christian the bottom, the blood on the pavement
Steppin' in Louboutin's out the Mercedes
Sippin' the bottle, he servin' the patient, nigga
I already told you that I be the doctor
Load up the magazine, we got the choppa
Shooter's a savage, you don't wan' get mopped up

Nigga, told my relly fuck fame 'cause I love bein' hood rich
I be with all the ratchets, I love me a hood bitch
When I'm talkin' 'bout pounds, I be takin' 'bout good shit
You would never make money like me if you could flip
When them bullets start flyin', these niggas start runnin'
I'ma serve to the fiends, yeah, the tweakers all buggin'
You know I'm with choppas, I stay with the gunnin'
How you say that you trap and you servin' up onion?
We done made 'bout a hundred band jugg off of yola
When we talkin' 'bout coca', it's not with the cola
And I can't trust no one, so I'm watchin' my shoulder


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