Futuristic - No Flex Zone (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Well, hi there, it's your motherf**ing boy I got DJ Chuck on the ones, twos, threes, fours and sevens [?], oh yeah, ching chang chong no flex zone, motherf**er WTF gang, get that sh** tatted on your writst or your b**h or your kids, hold up, hold up, here we go [Hook x2] No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better [Verse 1] WTF is the best and it's just me, y'all n***as ugly Trust me, I'm living like bubble boy, because y'all can't touch me I'm playing rough like rugby Everything I do they biting like a huskey It's Futuristic, influential, man, he must be I got the whole city saying sauce just because me Y'all n***as all talk a lot, but you living in the shadow with the lil dudes Size ten tennis shoes Hating n***a fall back, I can see it in your eyes that you're fake, c'mon you're wearing color contacts Been ready for combat, I'm a beast, you a wombat Y'all n***as s** like the bobcats No contract, I'm independent, kid's a menace, my album gon' be getting finished Everything you do, I already did it and f** a nine to five I'm working from home, like I been suspended, yeah Been pretending, but don't wanna admit it I hear the lies you say in every sentence, you ol' broke n***as The only way that you gon' get lil gold nd keep it a hundred is if you run a special olypics I owe the game you attending, you lucky I let you win it I'm doing what I intended, I promised every penny I'm sorry if you offended, I'm off the chain, like a pendant I ain't co*ky [?] You better than me, tell me who is you kidding I get it, I understand the resemblance You n***as like the Heat, you had a lot of talent on the team but you still not winning So go back to your home, boy, where you rap for your homeboy We set trends here and you act like your homeboy Don't make me smack all your homeboys Don't get ga**ed by your homeboys Look at me and my team, we dressed up for the award shows Meanwhile you at the park, when it's dark, smoking weed with a n***a in jean shorts and cornrows, playing corn hole with a white b**h She look like the girl off spy kids all grown up n***as throwing shots, like Elmer Fudd n***as getting signed off dumb luck, trust funds and dance vines I'm contemplating my next move, like half time Cause real rap is out here, but it's like a lamp with no bulb we can't shine Someone better than me, is what I can't find No creative control, woah, I can't sign I need that, and at least six digits And a label who can keep pace with my fast mine Until then you know it's Futuristic, two bottles and a few cool b**hes [?] This a no flex zone, like planet fitness [Hook] [Outro] Oh sh**, that makes my f**ing voice hurt And if you don't now you do, motherf**er, ah