Flex - RDC

Keep tellin me these bitches

U dont want me around

Knowing me better

Would actually astound you

I got u wetter than ur exes around you

Now u dryer than the bakery u bounce to

And who in the dafuq are you running you mouth to

I could kill all of these haters around u

U playin with fire dont let me surround u

U could get burned not water around u

All of this ice u lovin the clinks

Almost sound like the ice in ur drinks

No u can’t touch it dafuq dyu think

I am so high i can barely think

I am so high the weed man is dirty

The weed in this blunt cost me a thirty

All of these hose always get flirty

When i got gass in the air its too early

Bitch dont disturb me dunkin like curry

Gotta get rid of these packs in a hurry

Gotta re up cz my vision is blurry

Dont give a fuk i want cash ina hurry

Poppin these bottles

My hoes look like models

Ur hoes look like pot holes

I keep it full throttle

Ain’t stoppin for no one

No i ain’t got no son

These bitches is lying

They always be tryin

To Get close to a nigga

Cz i got figures

And i got niggas

Access to triggers

Dont get me triggered

Lash out all ridiculous

Murder pedestrians

Irregular terrestrian

Pull out ridiculous

Put out and destress

Put her on re set

Get on ur knees and

How deep can ur throat go

Jumpin like pogo

My ass is a no go

Ur ass accessible

Keep tellin me these bitches

U dont want me around

Knowing me better

Would actually astound you

I got u wetter than ur exes around you

Now u dryer than the bakery u bounce to

And who in the dafuq are you running you mouth to

I could kill all of these haters around u

U playin with fire dont let me surround u

U could get burned not water around u

Dont get me started

Im going retarded

My spit is a bar

And im building a block with

The words im inventing

Im smart as a texan

That means i go bang bang

Dont play with my thang thang

My Phone goin rang rang

Ur hoes love to bang bang

Then Send them back hangin

And Make u go hangmen

I ain’t dishonest

Dafuq is this nonsense

Uno I am a god send

Lets not pretend

U cattin my style

Ur hoes goin wild

Ur flavour is mild

Im hot as a

Change in direction

Get outta my section

U Ain’t gotta mention

My name for attention

This is a lesson

My style is perfection

Yall are my children

Ur mothers i filled them

Their pussys i killed them

No access i sealed them

These are my hoes now

They Cleaning my toes out

They making me toast

I dont mean to boast

But my case is closed

So nigga get lost

I ain’t from the coast

But love sun the most

So when it start raining

I turn into kanan

Uno what in sayin

When blood pours I rain men

Turn them all to cavemen

They screaming out Please man

Ahh shit

Keep tellin me these bitches

U dont want me around

Knowing me better

Would actually astound you

I got u wetter than ur exes around you

Now u dryer than the bakery u bounce to

And who in the dafuq are you running you mouth to

I could kill all of these haters around u

U playin with fire dont let me surround u

U could get burned not water around u

Pickin a fight with me

Is a loss son

Have ur mum and paps look

For their lost son

Im cuttin the cheque

Cz i am a boss son

I speak with an accent

Like i am from boston

My bitches they cost tons

My whips they are awesome

Stop thieving my style

U look like a possum

Ive had some bad bitches

And yh ive done lost some

But that is ok

Cz i dont feel nothing

I came from nothing

My mums awesome

She Did what she could

N what she did was awesome

I am so proud

Of The family i come from

Im smokin that loud

But Move with it silent

Dont mess with sirens

No need for them eye lids

Cz They are just pirates

Stealing all our rights

And it is not alright

And This is why we fight

Cz we may not be bright

But we are a delight

Hehe yhh

And it is not alright

And This is why we fight

Cz we may not be bright

But we are a delight

Under the street light

Be broke or be right

Ridin our b bikes

Racing in three stripes

Jumpin to be mike

Pumpin our wheels right

Makin our lace tight

Poppin them skates right

If u ain’t from the streets u won’t know wtf im talkin bout ya hear

But thats ok snitches get stitches and bitches skirts get lifted

Keep tellin me these bitches

U dont want me around

Knowing me better

Would actually astound you

I got u wetter than ur exes around you

Now u dryer than the bakery u bounce to

And who in the dafuq are you running you mouth to

I could kill all of these haters around u

U playin with fire dont let me surround u

U could get burned not water around u