Flexing Songtext
von 21 Savage

I got Lil Uzi on the track, ay
21 Savage, where you at?
21, 21, 21
Aye slime! Ha-ha-ha-ha
Fam Goon shit, ay
Fam Goon shit, ay
Fam Goon shit, ay, ay

Um, yeah, I′m flexin' on purpose, ay
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ay
I move that work like the first, ay
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt, yeah
I′m flexin' on purpose, ay
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ay
I move that work like the first, ay
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt


I do not need that lil' ho, ay
Kick that lil′ bitch to the curb, ay
Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah
Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah
You know your bitch is my ho, ay
Kick that lil′ bitch to the curb, ay
You know your bitch is my ho, ay
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ay

I cannot ever be celibate (celibate)
I call more shots than the president
I got some shit they could never get (never get)
I been some places they′ve never been
I asked them never compare me to rappers
I don't need a house ′cause you know I'm a trapper (yeah)
You know what I′m after, you know I'ma get it (yeah, yeah)
They said I couldn't, but nigga, I did it

Do you remember them calling me trash?
Now I got trash bags of cash
I done got over more bumps than a rash
I can put all of these niggas on blast (skrrt, skrrt)
I might not never get signed
I won′t drop a dime that ain′t of my kind (nope)
Tell 'em I′m never retirin'
That shit is declined, I am on my grind


I got your bitch (bitch), she said that I′m better
She want me to settle (yeah)
You bought her some shoes (shoes)
She not Cinderella, you gotta do better (yeah, yeah, whoo)
That pussy be rainin', I bring the umbrella
I kept it one hundred since we been together
She know I′m the realest, you ain't got to tell her (yeah)
I'm flexin′ on purpose, you niggas is jealous (yeah, yeah)

Um, yeah, I′m flexin' on purpose, ay
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ay
I move that work like the first, ay
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt, yeah
I′m flexin' on purpose, ay
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ay
I move that work like the first, ay
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt

I do not need that lil′ ho, ay
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ay
Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah
Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah
You know your bitch is my ho, ay
Kick that lil′ bitch to the curb, ay
You know your bitch is my ho, ay
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ay

Bitch dab (dab), I'm on molly ave (′m on molly ave)
Pull up in a cab (skrrt), stop in the bluff for a slab
But not while that dope in the lab (swat)
I fuck me a bitch in a cab (I did)
I′m drinking on lean in my craft (it lit)
I put ice on all of my styles (brww)
Donovan money McNabb (ay)
Like the Joker, I laugh (ha-ha-ha-ha)

Big old mink like a lamb
Jaylin' Willard, I am (swear to God)
Hold up, ho, ho, ho, hold up
Geeked up motor and cam (skrrt)
Ice on water like damn (ice)
I′m so forever on some grams (mm, mm)
I'm a different lil′ species (yuh, what?)

I know they wanna be me (be me)
I want green like a kiwi (kiwi)
Rick Minaj, shout out Beanie (beanie)
Crisp blue water like genies (genies)
And my lawyers gon' free me (free me)
Fuck her out that bikini (′kini)
Ho, don't say it 'less you mean it (whoo)

Um, yeah, I′m flexin′ on purpose, ay
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ay
I move that work like the first, um, ay
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt, yeah
I'm flexin′ on purpose, ay
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ay
I move that work like the first, um, ay (yeah)
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt (ay, ay, ay)

I do not need that lil' ho, ay
Kick that lil′ bitch to the curb, ay
Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah
Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah
You know your bitch is my ho, ay
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ay
You know your bitch is my ho, ay
Kick that lil′ bitch to the curb, ay

Kick that lil' bitch to the curb (21)
Treat that lil' bitch like a bird (and what?)
Lil′ bitch, you know I′m 'bout action (and what?)
Lil′ bitch, you know I'm a verb (21)
I chase after bands and I tackle (and what?)
I hang ′round American gangstas (it is)
Rice Street had me shackled
They caught me with green, now they call me a Packer (21)

Forgis on the 'Vette, stagger (skrt)
In my face, I got a dagger (and what?)
I catch your bitch and I′ma bag her (21)
Get that mouth and bend her backwards (21)
Get that mouth and then it's over (and what?)
I grab that fork and beat the soda
I want money like I'm Hova
VVSs ′cause they colder

VVSs ′cause they colder
Please don't try to race ′cause you gon' blow your motor
Made a million off a fucking motorola
Tryna make a million, nigga, beat the bowl up
Diamonds sick, nigga, like they got Ebola
Me and Ralo ball like Stephen, Kyle Korver
Tryna get a hundred pounds across the border
Fam Goon, nigga, don′t get smarter (ay, ay)

Um, yeah, I'm flexin′ on purpose, ay
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ay
I move that work like the first, ay
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt, yeah
Um, yeah, I'm flexin' on purpose, ay
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ay
I move that work like the first, ay
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt

I do not need that lil′ ho, ay
Kick that lil′ bitch to the curb, ay
Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah
Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah
You know your bitch is my ho, ay
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ay
You know your bitch is my ho, ay
Kick that lil′ bitch to the curb

Fam Goon shit, yeah
Fam Goon shit, yeah
Fam Goon shit, yeah
Fam Goon shit
Fam Goon nigga, don't get slaughter