330TMG - Flexer Boy 2 Lyrics

(What's with it then Ju?)
Flexer Boy came just for flexin', you play with that gang and I f*ck 'round and flex me sum'
Ain't standin' on business can tell that you run
Don't act like you demon, we know that you nun
Pussy bitch come face the front of this gun
Nigga try rob, give a f*ck if he young
Say what you do and I bet you get done
Back down head facin' the sun

Old head think he gettin' free weed 'cause I'm f*ckin' on his daughter
You get taxed right for that quarter
Flexer Boy, top boy extorter
Get to flippin' wigs back if we find out you po-po reporter
Draco shootin' sick shit out the hit stick, got kick back disorder

Shit like Call of Duty, land right on your block like Ghost with Glocky
F*ck around and shoot it, Arp I married newly
Hoe I know you up on Onlyfans, give a f*ck about your beauty
Stupid hoe think she twerkin' on D, she twerkin' on the tooly
Uh, yellow Drakey patty pat, summon it like it's Pikachu
My young niggas ain't playin' hide and seek, hop out and peek at you

You get hit with baby Drakey, pap ya down, get Gichi goo
You might have to swerve off on your partner, all them sales is blew
Walk down with that dirty tool
Nigga try rob and we knew
Ruler clip, take him to school
Tadda Boy won't play the fool
Pussy boy can't sit up at my table take his plate of food
Pussy boy gon' drop out if we hop out, had to play it cool

Drop down, let him f*ckin' have it
Inspector gang, keep nothin' but gadgets
Choppa slice him up like a hatchet
Burns from k leave his body patchy
7.62 disconnect from coverage, leave yo body laggy
Nigga play run down your lackey
Hit with fye, got sprayed with macky
Flash on the K, tryna leave him blinder
Stock on the K, tryna get right behind her
Keep a remote and the switch the rewinder
Treat him like Reggie, not touchin' the grinder
Speakin' on K, it's a bump down, a strike down every time, boy this a constant reminder

Slam him down put that boy in a binder
Take ya hoe, I just give her one liner
Had to stay with that fye since the minor
Uh, runnin' route, Li3 49er
Uh, whip the pot, 15 on the timer
Uh, did him bad, now he actin' kinder
Nigga, try, run up, nigga, got done up, just know I'm hidin' this fye in designer
Hop out, hit him up with 9
Crease him down, right with this iron

Flexer Boy came just for flexin', you play with that gang and I f*ck 'round and flex me sum'
Ain't standin' on business can tell that you run
Don't act like you demon, we know that you nun
Pussy bitch come face the front of this gun
Nigga try rob, give a f*ck if he young
Say what you do and I bet you get done
Back down head facin' the sun

Old head think he gettin' free weed 'cause I'm f*ckin' on his daughter
You get taxed right for that quarter
Flexer Boy, top boy extorter
Get to flippin' wigs back if we find out you po-po reporter
Draco shootin' sick shit out the hit stick, got kick back disorder

Hear what I say, get the f*ck out the way
Try to play and they swingin' that way
Came a long way just from hoppin' that gate
Huh, paranoia from flash that K

I worked to get hear, you can play and you lay
I watch my back, not losin' my place
Little buddy get to playin' it safe
Nigga, try run off on plug on get quaked

Gang nem steady, gon' lie to your honor
Get him lost and I bet he a goner
I heard that he fold off McDonald
Come back to hood and yo gang get ya humble
Try to tax for B, we sting like a bumble
Try to speak up, I ain't catching' the mumble
Speedin' off in Tonka truck hummer hummer
Head tap movin' out with thumper thumper

Flexer Boy came just for flexin', you play with that gang and I f*ck 'round and flex me sum'
Ain't standin' on business can tell that you run
Don't act like you demon, we know that you nun
Pussy bitch come face the front of this gun
Nigga try rob, give a f*ck if he young
Say what you do and I bet you get done
Back down head facin' the sun

Old head think he gettin' free weed 'cause I'm f*ckin' on his daughter
You get taxed right for that quarter
Flexer Boy, top boy extorter
Get to flippin' wigs back if we find out you po-po reporter
Draco shootin' sick shit out the hit stick, got kick back disorder