Chris Travis - Flex'd Out lyrics

[Hook x2: Chris Travis] I'm flexed out, n***a get your checks out About to hit the mall and buy the whole b**h out Real sh**, I don't give a f** about sh** now I don't even wear j**elry, because that sh**'s out [Verse 1: Chris Travis] b**h I'm on the internet and I'm making money YouTube, Google sh** broad band jumping Everybody watching me like they want something Get up off my dick unless your p**y tight and honest Find me down in Memphis, prolly somewhere low-fi Smoking big blunts prolly need two hands to hold it I'm that n***a that you see up in your f**ing dreams Red diamonds dancing on me, watch the blood gling [Hook x2: Chris Travis] [Verse 2: Smug Mang] I-i-i-it is Smug Mang, a.k.a. the Smug God For the north I always been putting on Shout out [?] because it influense me, especially mentally Now it's about the flight from where I see Italy Flexing at Smug? Boy you kiddery? As if you a G, Water Boys is 18 We do our thang, prolly why your b**h keep on calling me [Hook x2: Chris Travis] [Verse 3: Black Kray] Ah I'm turnt up, b**h I'm flexed out Tell the south, all your men, bring your b**h out Run them Tecs out, with the gold mouth Broad n***a I'm really smart, can't talk now [?] be on 26 These n***as set, Young Slick Rick 30 gucci chips called UZI clip