Popeye flex, no spinach
My team got richer every minute, you critics
Kill the f*cking game, you scrimmage
Bringing in the bags like Christmas, I'm gifted
Bugatti Divo, must whip it
I was taught to push it to the limit, or you finished
Just left, where you want to visit
Go and ask your bitch, she with it, I'm gifted
Pull up with the windows tinted
Suckers like Mystique, trying to mimic
While they was in class, I was skipping
Learned to make flips like gymnasts
To raise that cash takes a village
In the trap, feeling like I'm Bruce Willis
When I'm out pulling the stick, ain't pickets
Motherf*ckers turn yellow like The Simpsons
Out in Paris, good living with a view
A long way, I was whipping like a stew
Now jewelry look like I blew a fuse
Margiela, four figures on a shoe
Flash on them, feeling like I'm Zeus
Haters said that I would lose, I refused
Look, I settled my score like reviews
Liar, Liar, if I say it, then it's true
Popeye flex, no spinach
My team got richer every minute, you critics
Kill the f*cking game, you scrimmage
Bringing in the bags like Christmas, I'm gifted
Bugatti Divo, must whip it
I was taught to push it to the limit, or you finished
Just left, where you want to visit
Go and ask your bitch, she with it, I'm gifted
With hoes that don't even know English
Might be screwing your bitch, no Phillips
So wet, chain drip like dishes
Giving all these suckers sea sickness
Used to run down a snitch like quidditch
The coke was so white, got privilege
All business, regret no decisions
Know there ain't no rest for the wicked
I turn up like it's always Saturday
They know me UK to Miami Dade
Giuseppes look like f*cking mayonnaise
Champagne, take bitches, pack a plane
Wore masks, wasn't for no masquerade
Have to flex, everyday I'm having gains
My word is gospel, I don't exaggerate
And you could put that on the family name
Popeye flex, no spinach
My team got richer every minute, you critics
Kill the f*cking game, you scrimmage
Bringing in the bags like Christmas, I'm gifted
Bugatti Divo, must whip it
I was taught to push it to the limit, or you finished
Just left, where you want to visit
Go and ask your bitch, she with it, I'm gifted
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Popeye flex, no spinach
My team got richer every minute, you critics
Kill the f*cking game, you scrimmage
Bringing in the bags like Christmas, I'm gifted
Bugatti Divo, must whip it
I was taught to push it to the limit, or you finished
Just left, where you want to visit
Go and ask your bitch, she with it, I'm gifted
Pull up with the windows tinted
Suckers like Mystique, trying to mimic
While they was in class, I was skipping
Learned to make flips like gymnasts
To raise that cash takes a village
In the trap, feeling like I'm Bruce Willis
When I'm out pulling the stick, ain't pickets
Motherf*ckers turn yellow like The Simpsons
Out in Paris, good living with a view
A long way, I was whipping like a stew
Now jewelry look like I blew a fuse
Margiela, four figures on a shoe
Flash on them, feeling like I'm Zeus
Haters said that I would lose, I refused
Look, I settled my score like reviews
Liar, Liar, if I say it, then it's true
Popeye flex, no spinach
My team got richer every minute, you critics
Kill the f*cking game, you scrimmage
Bringing in the bags like Christmas, I'm gifted
Bugatti Divo, must whip it
I was taught to push it to the limit, or you finished
Just left, where you want to visit
Go and ask your bitch, she with it, I'm gifted
With hoes that don't even know English
Might be screwing your bitch, no Phillips
So wet, chain drip like dishes
Giving all these suckers sea sickness
Used to run down a snitch like quidditch
The coke was so white, got privilege
All business, regret no decisions
Know there ain't no rest for the wicked
I turn up like it's always Saturday
They know me UK to Miami Dade
Giuseppes look like f*cking mayonnaise
Champagne, take bitches, pack a plane
Wore masks, wasn't for no masquerade
Have to flex, everyday I'm having gains
My word is gospel, I don't exaggerate
And you could put that on the family name
Popeye flex, no spinach
My team got richer every minute, you critics
Kill the f*cking game, you scrimmage
Bringing in the bags like Christmas, I'm gifted
Bugatti Divo, must whip it
I was taught to push it to the limit, or you finished
Just left, where you want to visit
Go and ask your bitch, she with it, I'm gifted
My team got richer every minute, you critics
Kill the f*cking game, you scrimmage
Bringing in the bags like Christmas, I'm gifted
Bugatti Divo, must whip it
I was taught to push it to the limit, or you finished
Just left, where you want to visit
Go and ask your bitch, she with it, I'm gifted
Pull up with the windows tinted
Suckers like Mystique, trying to mimic
While they was in class, I was skipping
Learned to make flips like gymnasts
To raise that cash takes a village
In the trap, feeling like I'm Bruce Willis
When I'm out pulling the stick, ain't pickets
Motherf*ckers turn yellow like The Simpsons
Out in Paris, good living with a view
A long way, I was whipping like a stew
Now jewelry look like I blew a fuse
Margiela, four figures on a shoe
Flash on them, feeling like I'm Zeus
Haters said that I would lose, I refused
Look, I settled my score like reviews
Liar, Liar, if I say it, then it's true
Popeye flex, no spinach
My team got richer every minute, you critics
Kill the f*cking game, you scrimmage
Bringing in the bags like Christmas, I'm gifted
Bugatti Divo, must whip it
I was taught to push it to the limit, or you finished
Just left, where you want to visit
Go and ask your bitch, she with it, I'm gifted
With hoes that don't even know English
Might be screwing your bitch, no Phillips
So wet, chain drip like dishes
Giving all these suckers sea sickness
Used to run down a snitch like quidditch
The coke was so white, got privilege
All business, regret no decisions
Know there ain't no rest for the wicked
I turn up like it's always Saturday
They know me UK to Miami Dade
Giuseppes look like f*cking mayonnaise
Champagne, take bitches, pack a plane
Wore masks, wasn't for no masquerade
Have to flex, everyday I'm having gains
My word is gospel, I don't exaggerate
And you could put that on the family name
Popeye flex, no spinach
My team got richer every minute, you critics
Kill the f*cking game, you scrimmage
Bringing in the bags like Christmas, I'm gifted
Bugatti Divo, must whip it
I was taught to push it to the limit, or you finished
Just left, where you want to visit
Go and ask your bitch, she with it, I'm gifted
Writer: Cole Schneider
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid