Flex Action - Smug Mang, Chris Travis

I’m just flexing

Shawty I’m just flexing

I’m just flexing

Shawty I’m just flexing

I’m just flexing

Shawty I’m just flexing

I’m just flexing

Shawty I’m just flexing

All these bad women in my motherfucking section

I’m just relaxing, like I’m on a Aspirin

Everything has a reason behind a happening

Niggas know about me, you ain’t gotta ask shit

Posted up in Cali smoking on a fruit bag bitch

I’mma live good, eat good and be happy

Niggas hate on me cause they fucking life is damaged

Shawty I’m just flexing

Shawty I’m just flexing

Shawty I’m just flexing

Shawty I’m just flexing

Shawty I’m just flexing

Shawty I’m just flexing

Shawty I’m just flexing

Shawty I’m just flexing

People talking down

But see me I’m the same nigga

Leave your bitch around

We gone drink the champagne with her

Sipping oceans, Versace lotion

Purple potion got me going through the motions

It’s slow motion, where ever I is

I be lowkey and smoking and popping pills

When I’m by myself the drugs is how I deal

She know the deal, she know how I feel

I think these xans done got to me, this don’t seem real

Writing raps, pop another pill

Fuck a court day, I’m popping seals

Girl’d you like some more champagne?

I’m always on that codeine-kill-pain

Trying to make my own lane, on this trippy shit

And I don’t feel shit

When I’m on this shit

Don’t forget me bitch