3T Brax - Savage Flex lyrics

[Intro] Savage flex [Verse 1] Sipping lean with my team We running it about supreme Pico hit my line say he got a dime She be hitting lines We don't wait in lines or do the time Boi I got a shooter in La Who gone do the crime Still in my prime Never dropping dimes Less my bro hit me for that dime Who be sniffing lines Homie I don't mine I be getting mines Ether way i'ma grind and stunt Hold up let me light up this blunt Still grinding hard with no skateboard Ain't sh** free make him pay for it Keep nap sacks in preme backpacks With a black tec cuss y'all suspects I don't trust that I ain't with that n***ah get back Before you get caped I'm in the f**ing trap Cooking cook crack I know the fein heads Straight smell that And I'm rounding around Smoking on Kesha (on Kesha!) Wiz ain't the only one Blowing on reefer I'm in the back with the pack Chas trying duck the people And my n***as really with it Don't make me call cheeba Activist got me leaning over Like a range rover Trying to switches lanes Omw Huston just to get the drank Mane the plug keep heat I'm talking propaine Shipping dope moving okane [Hook] Yeah young savage gone flex (gone flex !) f** around ran through a check (through a check !) Finesse a f** n***a out his pack (out his pack !) Yung n***a trying to get it back (get it back !) Auto start engine like jet (like jet !) And i'm sipping on f**ing prometh (Prometh !) And i got 2 beans left (2 left !) On the phone with your b**h straight flex (huh) [Verse 2] Pull up straight flexing Triller than Texas Im sipping that Texas Crush xan in my neckless Your favorite Tumblr model Cooking me breakfast While her best friend Play with her breast I'm getting her neck It's nothing to flexing Designer my neckless My broski be flexing All of us reckless We show no love careless I'm wifi connected I'm sipping act b**h Codeine for lunch They thinking I'm sipping fruit punch Moving slow slug with gold fronts Pa** your b**h like a blunt And she let my homies hit I call her home run Rocking Ferragamo Rolling marijuana Blowing on this gunja I know they smell this loud pack shawty I got that purple flower Smoking OG Chowder While i'm watching chowder I can't get no higher I'ma fredo my supplier Off a bean with a.p.e n***ah thats my gang they family Don't hit my line For half of g Lace up the blunt With a senzu bean My bando bunking Them packs stay coming Apple jack stay jumping Trap smell like onions Can't take no fumble Loud pack come in bundles I'm serving fein We call them junkies [Hook x2] Yeah young savage gone flex (gone flex !) f** around ran through a check (through a check !) Finesse a f** n***a out his pack (out his pack !) Yung n***a trying to get it back (get it back !) Auto start engine like jet (like jet !) And i'm sipping on f**ing prometh (Prometh !) And i got 2 beans left (2 left !) On the phone with your b**h straight flex (huh)