Flex (feat. Beatsmith) Video (MV)

Whoo
Ou yeah yeah yeah yeah
Whoo
Ou yeah yeah yeah yeah

Run up the racks
I'm tryna flex
Your girl is my ex
Pull up and f*** up a cheque
Bad vibes to the left
Me and my n****s on the right side
Swear these n****s used to flex
Now their b*****s wanna ride or die
Never ever gon quit, I just wanna make the moms proud
I'm popping now they wanna
This game just started n***a calm down
Hold up wait, nah, aye
Look at the flick of the wrist
They don't wanna let you win
They don't wanna see you win
Flex (flex)
Flex (flex)
Im tryna f*** up a cheque
Flex (flex)
Flex (flex)
Look at the flick of the wrist
Flex (flex)
Flex (flex)
Run up the racks
Flex (flex)
Your girl is my ex
Flex (flex)
Pull up and f*** a cheque
Flex (flex)

Bands
Bundles, and stacks and cash in the bank
I want it all
Just like when David and Saul took all the land
Picture me rolling
Drop top Benz
Patek on my wrist, golden
Take a vacation to Paris
Find a good girl get get married
Sit courtside, Warriors
Swagged outfit ofcourse
Maybe talk to Dorris
She so very gorgeous
But I-I gotta cautious
My dreams are way enormous
Big things coming I grab em with Both hands
Tyranosaurus
Hit the stu with KM
Beatsmith on it
Imma find a way
To make the make the dream work
My city be showing me major love they see the vision
That's why Papi is a hit and I'm on television
Damn

Run up the racks
I'm tryna flex
Your girl is my ex
Pull up and f*** up a cheque
Bad vibes to the left
Me and my n****s on the right side
Swear these n****s used to flex
Now their b*****s wanna ride or die
Never ever gon quit, I just wanna make the moms proud
I'm popping now they wanna
This game just started n***a calm down
Hold up wait, nah, aye
Look at the flick of the wrist
They don't wanna let you win
They don't wanna see you win
Flex (flex)
Flex (flex)
Im tryna f*** up a cheque
Flex (flex)
Flex (flex)
Look at the flick of the wrist
Flex (flex)
Flex (flex)
Run up the racks
Flex (flex)
Your girl is my ex
Flex (flex)
Pull up and f*** a cheque
Flex (flex)

Control the Streets
And bag your bitch
I got too many haters tryna get on the line
I'm literally cutting that s***
A nigger been sick for way long so-F***-all that DON isn't patient and s***
I'm gon be selling that merch in a bit
Maybe let mama quit work in a bit
Yeah, aye
Buckle down I'm working
No games, no circus
I see you lurking
Looking, looking observing
Waiting on my fall
I'm evergreen that's all
I Ball, I ball
Lonzo, Lonzo
Bit cat, big claws
DON-DON then clause
I ain't with these other n****s nah nah hell nah beat pause
They saying there's somebody better that's beans man let us be serious
B**** I'm a Don, your n***a a Con, I'm killing this game, mysterious

Run up the racks
I'm tryna flex
Your girl is my ex
Pull up and f*** up a cheque
Bad vibes to the left
Me and my n****s on the right side
Swear these n****s used to flex
Now their b*****s wanna ride or die
Never ever gon quit, I just wanna make the moms proud
I'm popping now they wanna
This game just started n***a calm down
Hold up wait, nah, aye
Look at the flick of the wrist
They don't wanna let you win
They don't wanna see you win
Flex (flex)
Flex (flex)
Im tryna f*** up a cheque
Flex (flex)
Flex (flex)
Look at the flick of the wrist
Flex (flex)
Flex (flex)
Run up the racks
Flex (flex)
Your girl is my ex
Flex (flex)
Pull up and f*** a cheque
Flex (flex)