Pink Reid - hulk hogan flex Lyrics

Shit, it get tragic when you talk bad on me (it do)
I'm not sorry, I don't want no disrespect on Reid (Reid)
Yeah, you gotta empty yo' bank account just to pay that fee
What you made in yo' lifetime I spend a week
F*ck yo' trap shit (trap)
My trap shit lit (it's lit)
My tracklist sick (sick)
Yo' tracklist shit
Pink Reid on the speakers man, everyone gon' f*ckin' listen
Yo' shit on the speakers man, ain't no one gon' f*ckin' listen
Diamonds on my neck, teeth, wrist, that shit f*ckin' glisten
Ice up on my neck, teeth, wrist, that shit a blizzard
Amount of money that I make a minute, that shit'd bless you
And when my choppa sneeze I'm the one to say bless you
Did this shit up on my own, wasn't no one there for me
Now I'm up, now they wanna care for me
Choppa tucked, yeah I keep that f*ckin' thang on me
Choppa up, yeah you better be careful homie
Better be careful (careful, careful)
Better be careful (careful, careful)
Better be careful or in yo' face, I'ma shoot a double
Shot the f*ckin' bass, now he gon' scream treble
I serve the base homie, you don't want no f*ckin' trouble
Flex, Flex, Flex
Hulk Hogan had to flex on 'em
Flex, Flex, Flex
Hulk Hogan leg drop on 'em
Flex, Flex, Flex (flex)
Flex, Flex (flex)
Flex, Flex, Flex
Hulk Hogan deez nuts on 'em
Flex up, get yo' motherf*ckin' racks up (them racks)
Had to pay a fee just to get yo' f*ckin' tracks up (them tracks)
Tried to bite my shit, but yo' shit still f*ckin' suck (ha)
Not one, not two, not even three, I don't give four f*cks
Holy shit, a Pink Reid song that's actually goin' over two minutes? (holy shit)
Y'all didn't think that I could do it so I went ahead and did it (I did)
Y'all be hatin' on me like it's y'all's life mission
Y'all been hatin' on me you'd be off better fishin'
Made yo' tracks with no credit, how the f*ck that beneficial?
Pink Reid up on the track, man that shit's official
Shot him in the face, look like he got hit by missle
Hiroshima yo' whole block, I'll f*ckin' nuke ya'
Yo' music ain't even shit, man it's f*ckin' dookie
Shoot gun at his feet, I'ma make that man f*ckin' boogie (dance)
Yo' life a YouTube Poop, my shit a movie
Kanye West, I poop-di-schoop-di-woop homie
Did this shit up on my own, wasn't no one there for me
Now I'm up, now they wanna care for me
Choppa tucked, yeah I keep that f*ckin' thang on me
Choppa up, yeah you better be careful homie
Better be careful (careful, careful)
Better be careful (careful, careful)
Better be careful or in yo' face, I'ma shoot a double
Shot the f*ckin' bass, now he gon' scream treble
I serve the base homie, you don't want no f*ckin' trouble
Flex, Flex, Flex
Hulk Hogan had to flex on 'em
Flex, Flex, Flex
Hulk Hogan leg drop on 'em
Flex, Flex, Flex (flex)
Flex, Flex (flex)
Flex, Flex, Flex
Hulk Hogan deez nuts on 'em
Flex up, get yo' motherf*ckin' racks up (them racks)
Had to pay a fee just to get yo' f*ckin' tracks up (them tracks)
Tried to bite my shit, but yo' shit still f*ckin' suck (ha)
Not one, not two, not even three, I don't give four f*cks
Hulk Hogan? On a Pink Reid track?
That's gonna work for me brother