Beezy Youngin - Youngest Flexa (feat. Karolina Kush)

Young nigga flexin, young nigga flexin bitch I do it
Young nigga flexin, young nigga flexin bitch I do it
You don't wanna test it, you don't wanna test me bitch let's do it
I don't wanna text her, I don't want affection bitch I screw it
Aye say I'm da biggest flexer of all-time, never dropped a dime
I be super clean just like some pine, better watch ya thot
She gave me her number, hit my line, wanna fuck? I'm down
Pull up on ya hoe around 11 then I broke her spine
I'm flyer than a bird in a cockpit
Bitch wanna fuck then I might hit
And I wanna hit me a white bih
Jungle fever on dat Snipes' shit
You know I'm a young nigga flexin', might cop me a Tesla
Nigga wanna play, you know dat I'm steppin'
I teach these niggas just like it's a lecture
You play wit my money, get put on a stretcher
Know how I come wit da smackdown
My dog just touched down wit da pack now
Know a young nigga get racks now
And dats why these hoes slingin' cat
Memba' I was down on my ass, man I had to get up
Back I was stupid dumb broke now my bread up
I'm bout my cheese yeah I'm bout my cheddar
Guess dats why dey mad, dats why dey fed up
Play, he get lit just like he a light
Pussy nigga pop a pill just to fight
My dogs dey creep like thieves in da night
You snitchin' lil nigga you know you ain't right
Bitch if it's beef , slide wit da pipe
Play wit da gang, you gone die tonite
I hit da mall, cop me some Nikes
Don't know da price
Young nigga flexin, young nigga flexin bitch I do it
Young nigga flexin, young nigga flexin bitch I do it
You don't wanna test it, you don't wanna test me bitch let's do it
I don't wanna text her, I don't want affection bitch I screw it
Soon as I get a check I go fuck it up
Pull off da lot in an Audi truck
I go hit my jeweler to buss down da Muller
My neck, wrist and ears is iced up
Watch you called flexin' it's sliced up
600 for kicks out of Flight Club
I'm using da Louie to hold up my Trueys
My bandana Gucci dats fly as fuck
Hit da club and throw a light dub
In da light or dark see I'm shinin'
'Cause when da light hit da ice, make you think 'bout da price
When you see me, know I'm grindin' bruh
All dat back 'n forth, have no time for
See ya hoe choosin', boy don't mind her
If ya hoe choosin', just face it you losin'
Boy don't cause a scene and fight her
Just go get a bag, run da price up
Grindin' hard like I'm John Wall
Swear I'm a Wizard the way I ball
Make it rain in da rain and tear down da mall
Even in Autumn I never Fall
Flexin' hard wit da Goyard
Da way I'm chasin' after money
Ni**a swear to God dat I'm just a go-cart
Young nigga flexin, young nigga flexin bitch I do it
Young nigga flexin, young nigga flexin bitch I do it
You don't wanna test it, you don't wanna test me bitch let's do it
I don't wanna text her, I don't want affection bitch I screw it
Young nigga flexin, young nigga flexin bitch I do it
Young nigga flexin, young nigga flexin bitch I do it
You don't wanna test it, you don't wanna test me bitch let's do it
I don't wanna text her, I don't want affection bitch I screw it

Written by:
Davon Amaker

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