Floe - Flex

This is that bump in ya whip
This is that don't give a shit
This is that Trump is a bitch
This is that flooded ya wrist
This is that
This is that
This is that
This is that flex
This is that
This is that
This is that
This is that flex
This that bringing the real back
You know that shit that they feel back
I hate when they call it real rap
Homie tell me what really is real rap
Shout out to people putting in work
hoping that somebody feel that
Writing all these songs and verses
wondering where the deals at
Slaying the beats
Like I slay in the sheets
No playing with me
Cause I'm playing for keeps
When I'm on a feat
Keep em on they feet
Cause I'm known to feast
Lately been feeling like charging a fee
Cause anyone's did a song with me
I guarantee that's they best verse in they catalog
To the bullshit I'm a matador
Cause that bullshit never mattered dog
Never mad at yall never bitter
Na we just get better mindstate cheddar
Never known to let up
Every day I get up
Gotta say my grace thankful that my face good and my name good
Niggas live and die in the same hood
Having people wishing that they made it out
Respect for the people that made a route
If my name ain't mentioned then no I ain't pressed
Only thing that you owe is respect
You say you the best
I heard them say you the best
Well that I contest
When I'm in the flesh
Trust these niggas never speak with they chest
This is that bump in ya whip
This is that don't give a shit
This is that Trump is a bitch
This is that flooded ya wrist
This is that
This is that
This is that
This is that flex
This is that
This is that
This is that
This is that flex
This is that bump in ya whip
This is that don't give a shit
This is that Trump is a bitch
This is that flooded ya wrist
This is that
This is that
This is that
This is that flex
This is that
This is that
This is that
This is that flex
Pressure everytime they press record
Never mess with fakes that some shit you can't afford
My clique united like Vanisteroy
What we building trust me ya cannot destroy
From the school of the hard knocks
Go hard till my heart stops
Drop bars like a call drop
Now we all hot
Had to put her number on call block
Shorty too whipped like a car lot
Neck on chill that's a new flex aye
Extra chill I don't do stress aye
Shorty off a pill she off two ex aye
Never mix ya business with ya pleasure
Too many times that pleasure lead to set ups
When it rains it pours they trynna get you wet up
Keep a toaster when you get ya bread up
Mama always told us to be humble
Never ya status overcome you
Always count ya blessings as they come through
Have a dream be thankful when it comes true
Never turn ya back on those who love you
Not everyone that's says they love you love you
Know the difference play your position
Never feel like can't nobody touch you
Hair done nails good flex
Look good smell good flex
Came up on a check
So you had to flex
Everybody now wanna be famous
Want everyone to know what your name is
But that clout is dangerous
This is that bump in ya whip
This is that don't give a shit
This is that Trump is a bitch
This is that flooded ya wrist
This is that
This is that
This is that
This is that flex
This is that
This is that
This is that
This is that flex
This is that bump in ya whip
This is that don't give a shit
This is that Trump is a bitch
This is that flooded ya wrist
This is that
This is that
This is that
This is that flex
This is that
This is that
This is that
This is that flex

Written by:
Odera Iloegbunam

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