"Flexxgod" lyrics

Huh, tighten up, fuck nigga
(Flexxgod, Flexxgod)

Whip out the pot, I'ma scrap out the bowl
And the trap gettin' hot so I gotta be cold
Gotta stack up my paper 'cause that shit can't fold
You in a jam and I already know that you told
I'm at the trap house, the fiends is just knockin' the door
And I'm dripped in designer from head to my toe
I got plenty blue benji's, but this shit is old
Flexxgod shit, I'll be servin' them fiends at the door

I go back to the trap and I'm cuttin' up onions
Got no bitches in here, then this shit isn't fun, nigga
I pull the chop out, you better go run, nigga
Nigga, I'm [?] the bricks, need a motherfuckin' ton, yeah
Baby, what's poppin', it's time for a perky
It ain't Thanksgiving, it's time for the turkey
I'm flippin' them birds outside of your work, B
I'm gettin' this money, designer my shirt, B
I feel like an Icee, she wanna slurp me
I don't got no feelings, bae, you cannot hurt me
My clip got an extended mag, it's a thirty
Fuck who you talkin' 'bout, ho, you a thot
I be pourin' up syrup, this not no CÎROC
Got a big ass clip outside of the chop
You don't wanna get mopped

Nigga
Oh yeah, it's that time
Real know real, I know you some pussy motherfuckers, stop playin' with a nigga
Who the fuck is y'all talkin' to?
Pour me up, nigga
Pour me up, nigga
Real ass nigga, nigga
You niggas ain't shit, nigga
This is just the intro

Whip out the pot, I'ma scrap out the bowl
And the trap gettin' hot so I gotta be cold
Gotta stack up my paper 'cause that shit can't fold
You in a jam and I already know that you told
I'm at the trap house, the fiends is just knockin' the door
And I'm dripped in designer from head to my toe
I got plenty blue benji's, but this shit is old
Flexxgod shit, I'll be servin' them fiends at the door