Joe Lopes - Flexin' Up (feat. Danny Quinn, Taran Correia) Lyrics

(It's T N***a)

Rolling in a coupé, top down switching lanes
Got that shit in the back, man I bet it pays
Babygirl just stop there, stop playing games
But from the back to the back, baby I see the gains
Got the ice drip
Then my plug talk
Then I hit the crib, and watch you go off
She pour it up and started saying that I'm the hitter
Wait a minute, hold back im about to trigger
In my brain, I click back
In my mental habitat
Hold on check the ice on my wrist
Shoes so clean, bitch, watch the outfit
Yea I got the chain but my mind don't change
All in my bag but I still got range
I'm so deadly got the ice in my veins
Blink three times I'm your worst nightmare

I'm flexing up, don't at me
I'm on my grind, don't tempt me
My clothes, neck, wrist so drippy
Now you want to be the one sitting by my side
Now it's my time, come pay me
Just took a sip I'm tipsy
My clothes, neck, wrist so drippy
Now you want to be the one sitting by my side

I can take your bitch on a ride right now
I ain't scared to die in this bitch right now
Got a couple pussy fiends on my line right now
Bitch you're wasting my time, don't you drown in my schlime
No cap, I'm the truth
Ship them bricks out then we stash the loot
I can sense the rat and the bitch in you
I can't f*ck with you
Bitch, I'm good without you
F*ck the DEA all the feds too
They are tapping on my phones
Bitch, I hear you boo
Im never giving evidence, it's evident
All these clout chasing bitches stay irrelevant
I can take your bitch on a ride
Felt so pain that i had to cry
All of you fags are wasting my time
Bitch, you ain't no dime
Just drown in my schlime

I be faded off the doosay
Hit me in the late night and you say you want to play
Haha
But you're faker than a toupee
Baby back that ass up
Let me see your tray
Woo
I be getting money, who knew
Shawty say she bad, and she wants to me the crew
I got a lake house with a big pool and we are vibing with the view while my wifey in the new
We watching cartoons with the smoke up in the room
Smoking on the gas
Got a mask like i'm Doom
Hundred on the dash
Got the cash in the coupé
Bitch, I'm living fast
I got the stash in my room
I'm an asshole
Imma smash and i'm going to zoom
Baby says she loves me, Imma dash here too soon
Rolling off the molly and we're looking at the moon
I be on my shit, count a milly in my room
I got 1, 2 , 3, 4 , 5 , 6, 7,8 bitches in my bed and they are dripping on me baby
Love to call me daddy, but it ain't no fathers day
So baby let me say, yea, baby let me say
Ah
Ah
I be so damn faded
Yea, I love it when my little baby get naked
Talking all this shit but I know that you fake it
Imma cop a mansion and it will never be vacant
Yea

Ooo, don't you mess with me
Don't be surprised seeing me on TV
Girl so fine, let me see in 3-D
Don't play games, I don't need a PC
Ooo, she want's to rock with me
Hitting my line, you are going to pay the fee
No hoes allowed, Imma count to three
Oh, you want to get it baby
Now you want to get it baby

I'm flexing up, don't at me
I'm on my grind, don't tempt me
My clothes, neck, wrist so drippy
Now you want to be the one sitting by my side
Now it's my time, come pay me
Just took a sip I'm tipsy
My clothes, neck, wrist so drippy
Now you want to be the one sitting by my side