"FLEX LIKE SEX" lyrics
(I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw)
(Hey, Lilkdubb)
How could I tell you was fake? I never knew that (What?)
But all I got is my ambition, I can't lose that (Slatt)
So, everyday, I chase a check, I'm counting blue stacks (Counting blue stacks)
These niggas flexing old money, this a new rack (What?)
I made six figures off the rap, I'm gettin' rich (Hey)
I put that on your head, they pop it like a zit (Hey)
I go Margiela, put Chanel-y on my bitch (Hey)
I paint her face, she know I rock out like I'm KISS (Hey)
Ain't from the hood, I know that bitch, she from the city (What?)
It hurt me deep, yeah, fell in love, yeah, I admit it (Slatt)
She want me to drop a fuckin' bag on her fuckin' titties (Fuckin' titties)
I swear, I'm done with all these bitches, need your attention
[?], put twenty-five hundred on the Timbs
Put me down as the realest nigga in the world in the Guinness
Crazy how I get it, bitches and the world, they're against me
Might take a break, shit, scared, but I ain't finished (What?)
No way I'll never feel like this
Spot a whole new mood, but you dead to me, bitch
From the 504, from the rags, now I'm rich
Been the same young nigga since before I had a hit (Before I had a hit)
Nigga, drop dead, 'cause now my doors suicide
Swear that I'll trust you with all my soul 'til you lie
Swear, I'ma love you with all my soul 'til I die
But I can't be with you because I know that you ain't right
Do me right and I won't never tell you shit (Never tell you shit)
Doors suicide, I used to wanna slit my wrists (I maybe)
I take pride in all this money that I get (Slatt)
If you try to rob me, know the chopper got some kick (What?)
How could I tell you was fake? I never knew that (What?)
But all I got is my ambition, I can't lose that (Slatt)
So, everyday, I chase a check, I'm counting blue stacks (Counting blue stacks)
These niggas flexing old money, this a new rack (What?)
I made six figures off the rap, I'm gettin' rich (Hey)
I put that on your head, they pop it like a zit (Hey)
I go Margiela, put Chanel-y on my bitch (Hey)
I paint her face, she know I rock out like I'm KISS (Hey)
(Hey, Lilkdubb)
How could I tell you was fake? I never knew that (What?)
But all I got is my ambition, I can't lose that (Slatt)
So, everyday, I chase a check, I'm counting blue stacks (Counting blue stacks)
These niggas flexing old money, this a new rack (What?)
I made six figures off the rap, I'm gettin' rich (Hey)
I put that on your head, they pop it like a zit (Hey)
I go Margiela, put Chanel-y on my bitch (Hey)
I paint her face, she know I rock out like I'm KISS (Hey)
Ain't from the hood, I know that bitch, she from the city (What?)
It hurt me deep, yeah, fell in love, yeah, I admit it (Slatt)
She want me to drop a fuckin' bag on her fuckin' titties (Fuckin' titties)
I swear, I'm done with all these bitches, need your attention
[?], put twenty-five hundred on the Timbs
Put me down as the realest nigga in the world in the Guinness
Crazy how I get it, bitches and the world, they're against me
Might take a break, shit, scared, but I ain't finished (What?)
No way I'll never feel like this
Spot a whole new mood, but you dead to me, bitch
From the 504, from the rags, now I'm rich
Been the same young nigga since before I had a hit (Before I had a hit)
Nigga, drop dead, 'cause now my doors suicide
Swear that I'll trust you with all my soul 'til you lie
Swear, I'ma love you with all my soul 'til I die
But I can't be with you because I know that you ain't right
Do me right and I won't never tell you shit (Never tell you shit)
Doors suicide, I used to wanna slit my wrists (I maybe)
I take pride in all this money that I get (Slatt)
If you try to rob me, know the chopper got some kick (What?)
How could I tell you was fake? I never knew that (What?)
But all I got is my ambition, I can't lose that (Slatt)
So, everyday, I chase a check, I'm counting blue stacks (Counting blue stacks)
These niggas flexing old money, this a new rack (What?)
I made six figures off the rap, I'm gettin' rich (Hey)
I put that on your head, they pop it like a zit (Hey)
I go Margiela, put Chanel-y on my bitch (Hey)
I paint her face, she know I rock out like I'm KISS (Hey)
Writer(s): Keelan Cooper
