Flexx Gotti - Crossed

I’m wit Lik Grate Riding Round In The Hellcat
Use hit licks at the high school kickbacks
Ran off with the pack tell a nigga get his shit back
Lot niggas hate me but I still I ain’t heard a diss track
I gone diss back you gone need dispatch
Buss down on me tell Juke go zip that
I’m with D3 so you know where the spliffs at
Im in the five so you know where the blicks at
Reach by ya hip and that’s where you get hit at
Gats in the bayou So You know they gone get that
Pack coming in get em gone gone flip that
In the the end zone like I’m finna take a pick back
Hang wit real killas and you know they on big facts
Hang wit real killas and you know they got big straps
Flexx in the paint big body on a mismatch
Never took a loss ask em when he get his bitch back
Whole lotta smoke in the air
I ain’t worried bout pressure
Cause I keep it up
These niggas ain’t gangsta to me
Say that they shooters but I been touched
These hoes want some money out me
Goin Sad bout a bitch you stupid as fuck
I still got my brothers with me
Play bout my dawgs Then I’m sending it up
Run it up
Most of these niggas ain’t done enough
Rip nip i done doubled up
That’s a wrong move if he runnin up
I send it up when it’s beef
Diego miami next week
They know that flexxin ain’t free
I know these niggas ain’t street
I wanna rock right now
Wanna rock wanna rock right now
Breakdowns get em gone right now
Who hot tell em flexx up now
These niggas ain’t gangsta to me
Double g keep my money real neat
California brought sand to the beach
And flexx brought the real to the streets
I’m wit Lik Grate Riding Round In The Hellcat
Use hit licks at the high school kickbacks
Ran off with the pack tell a nigga get his shit back
Lot niggas hate me but I still I ain’t heard a diss track
I gone diss back you gone need dispatch
Buss down on me tell Juke go zip that
I’m with D3 so you know where the spliffs at
Im in the five so you know where the blicks at
Reach by ya hip and that’s where you get hit at
Gats in the bayou So You know they gone get that
Pack coming in get em gone gone flip that
In the the end zone like I’m finna take a pick back
Hang wit real killas and you know they on big facts
Hang wit real killas and you know they got big straps
Flexx in the paint big body on a mismatch
Never took a loss ask em when he get his bitch back
For a price tag I can get you lost
He say he got hundred bands stashed up in the vault
I can’t show no love I got shooters get you crossed
I hang with some dawgs bark at one then you get all
This shit right here crazy you might hear Brother call
They say word on the street that Big Flexx ain’t trapped at all
Do not get involved Cause these lies might hurt ya dawgs
Ran me up a ticket it’s gone cost to see the boss
Keep it G No Beef With Me Cause Big Flexx Dont Beef At All
10 Digits make a call we gone get this problem solved
Play for keeps you not my dawg you ain’t street you breakin law
Real Boss Nigga I Upgraded Off A Loss
I ain’t in it for the clout
Industry still in a drought
Forbes list gone tell it they say flexx gone bring it out
Speaking on the gang getcha loss so watcha
Mouth
Live from the five we don’t play we spark it out
I’m wit Lik Grate Riding Round In The Hellcat
Use hit licks at the high school kickbacks
Ran off with the pack tell a nigga get his shit back
Lot niggas hate me but I still I ain’t heard a diss track
I gone diss back you gone need dispatch
Buss down on me tell Juke go zip that
I’m with D3 so you know where the spliffs at
Im in the five so you know where the blicks at
Reach by ya hip and that’s where you get hit at
Gats in the bayou So You know they gone get that
Pack coming in get em gone gone flip that
In the the end zone like I’m finna take a pick back
Hang wit real killas and you know they on big facts
Hang wit real killas and you know they got big straps
Flexx in the paint big body on a mismatch
Never took a loss ask em when he get his bitch back

Written by:
Desmond Greenlee

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