Future - Flexin lyrics

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Future - Flexin lyrics

[Hook: Stuey Rock] (x4) I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em like [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I'm flexing on em' I'm stepping on 'em Giuseppes on and them hoes love it p**y n***a try flexing on us I'll whoop your a** like you stole something Ho be like can I hold something I don't let them hoes hold nothing Fake n***as wear fake chains with fake ice That's cold fronting You don't do it like me n***a You ain't got to like me n***a Got beef don't talk just do it Get checked like Nike n***a Hundred K in my white T n***a Make a movie like Spike Lee n***a If it weren't for the rap then it's back the trap White girl like Ice-T n***a Popped a molly, she rolling I'm sipping lean, slow motion I'm high as f** but I'm swervin' I'm flexing on 'em Hulk Hogan And we loaded young rich n***as We don't f** with no b**h n***as Prolly f**ing your b**h n***a Got a condo on my wrist n***a like woah [Hook: Stuey Rock] [Verse 2: Future] I blast off in a space coup I'm way fresher than a tie and suit That girl head was so good I had to nickname her Snaggletooth I'm awesome, I'm gnarly I'm a rockstar, I'm way flyer than you I'm Keller, I'm Bunguy, your girlfriend on my bullseye I got to salute my plug, my plug he made me rich I got to salute my homies, they turned up in this b**h A bunch of bad girls in the club tonight They want to take a n***a home They want to go on that flight I'm an astronaut and I'm an alien And in this car with me is an immigrant Them two doors they lift up and that turbo that's a robot I'm leanin', I'm leanin', that drink taste like soda pop Holiday, you got a cla**ic, no Reebok [Hook: Stuey Rock] [Verse 3: T.I.] I got mansions out in them hills boy I count bills with them mils boy What's quarter mil for that a** is That Bentley came with them wheels boy Got big chains with that VS1 War zone, we used to be at one Eastside North Vietnam If it's a check out there we finna be at one I Put money in the duffel Tell the plug he can give me a couple Take it back to the trap make it double I'm in the game for the love of the hustle Nobody out to get money do it better than I With a bunch of bad b**hes and we traveling high I've been the sh** since Grove Park Dougla** High Im from zone one Bankhead, repping the side When I'm hanging at the rack quarter mill on my neck Everywhere I go these b**hes be on my nuts Nah her booty ain't big enough You s**as don't do sh** big as us You don't like me get them millions up Otherwise I can't hear you bruh I said otherwise I can't hear you bruh What'd you say I can't hear you bruh [Hook: Stuey Rock]