[Produced By: Mike WiLL Made-It]
[Intro: CP Junior]
Ahh sh**
Yo Mike Will
You know we had to do this sh**
Right n***a?
Uhh
Foreal?
Word
Turn Up
Woo
What up Push?
What up Jim?
What up Swae?
[Hook: Swae Lee]
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel
I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous
Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better
I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go getter
[Verse 1: CP Junior]
I hate it when I see n***as flex
Fronting like they the f**ing best
They thinking that they the ones who next
But n***a they are such a f**ing mess
I'll take 'em down from East to the West
n***a you don't wanna test
Me or I'll hit you with a left
You don't wanna know what's next
Yeah shoutouts to Slim Jimmy
My f**ing team is winning
VOS yeah we got our visions
On your lazy a** is where you sittin'
Coming through we livin'
And we don't f**ing need permission
All my mother f**ers with it
And all your mother f**ers ignint
Yeah we got this sh** in
Freestyled sh** or written
All my mother f**ers chillin'
This beat I already k**ed it
Nobody wants to test me
No I don't stay flexing
I just stay music selling
And I stay story telling
I'm bringing my n***as to the top
And no I won't f**ing stop
We puffing on some really good pot
My bars are too f**ing hot
Harder than a mother f**ing rock
I'm 'bout to take my music out of town
Like system me and my n***as down
VOS is the life that we 'bout
I know I'm gonna make it no doubt
And I'm finna take these wack rappers out
Tell my n***as that we gonna wreck sh**
I'm just tryna drive a f**ing Lexus
By sending y'all a mother f**ing message
I got your b**h undressin'
I hate it when n***as flexin'
Just k**ed the haters God bless 'em
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Who ain't waiting on King Push?
Got n***as checking for them new flows
Sold more dope than the old Jigga
Now n***as calling me the new Hov
Let the coupe go, planetarium
Let the roof go like Cesarean
Clear my section n***a, no flexing n***a
Just a hunnid bottles they carrying
Cross the border like I lost a daughter
This foreign n***a, he ain't know better
Him pick and choose where them bullets fly
I lose the plane on this fool n***a
Bought dope with my album budget
Play Cloths was the blueprint
Four million in four seasons
f** who care for my fashion sense
Tell a ho come and swim in the money (splash)
Broke n***as just stop at the heel
I could body paint you in them name brands
And put a red bow on the wheels
See I'm just in and out, I call a rent a mouth
s** the ice out of a bezel
Use my rap persona, f** baby mommas
Still k**in' haters, God bless em'
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Slim Jimmy]
Young n***as got to get to the money
Five chains on, they look at me funny
Showed up with the juice and the troops
Roll a seven every time I shoot
She said, why you got so many condoms with you?
I said, I'm a player, to be honest with you
Hublot, whoo, so shiny
Mind you, my crew right behind me
Went shopping, could've bought an island
Talking money, when I'm with Italians
Spilling purple, on the red carpet
And I'm flyer, than a n***a on a hang glider
4-5-6-7 chains on, just stay in your lane, ho
Don't you like these A. Wang's? Don't you like these gold fangs?
You a well known flexer, I'm a young trendsetter
These hoes, they reckless, they slick, they messy
Three hoes freak dancing, on the loud singing acapella
Chain clang, like heavy metal
Sremm k**ed the haters, God bless 'em
[Hook]