Lil Yachty, Future, Playboi Carti – Flex Up Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Flex Up – Lil Yachty, Future, Playboi Carti

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah..③
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah..③

Bet you won’t get no murders out me
Go tell the cops
I bet you won’t get no murders out me

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Flex up, racks up, flex up, racks up
Flex up, racks up, flex up, racks up
Sticks up, sticks up, sticks up, sticks up
Pick up the K, yeah, I pick up the Drac’, yeah
Spray at your b**ch, she gave me face, yeah
I sprayed at the opp, yeah, he got shot in his face
I’m on codeine, I’m fallin’ in love with codeine
I really be sippin’ the lean, I’m never sippin’ the green
I’m doin’ them drugs, mean, I’m doin’ them drugs, mean
That white ho love me, that white b**ch love me, hold on

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah

Six speeds, Bentleys, APs, that s**t light
Two-piece, FNs, red dots, chop your height
His b**ch posted us on her story, now he tight
My b**ch, she know better, she do that and she might die
I was buyin’ Birkins at eighteen
That’s why she don’t mind the B’s, f**k you mean
My Spur fatal, rock ’em, cradle
I don’t hang with brokes, I don’t take advice
N**gas snitchin’, meet in person, feds tapped bro device
Spent a quarter like a hoarder, ball like Jerry Rice

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah

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Bet you won’t get no murders out me
Go tell the cops, I bet you won’t get no murders out me
Bet you won’t get no murders out me
Go tell the cops, I bet you won’t get no murders out me

Flip flop, drop-top, swap out, four-door Rolls
Pill poppers, head doctor, she swallow it up, woah, woah, woah
Big as a Bronco, big-ass chopper, rings lightin’ up, woah, woah, woah
Hella boppers suck me proper, like to gobble, woah, woah, woah
Richard Mille aquia, I’m flippin’ that tilapia
Turn the temperature way up, they can’t get in the way of us
Private invitational, but everyone is safe to come
Gotta make my haters mad, give ’em somethin’ to talk about
Take a b**ch from south of France, push her back to Waffle House
Murder on the case, I had to spazz, f**k her doggy style
I don’t know how to be a normal n**ga, one thing I forgot
I got blood then on the floor, but now I ball like basketball

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah..③
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah..③

Bet you won’t get no murders out me
Big bands, woah, woah woah…

➤ Written by Mike WiLL Made-It, Playboi Carti, Future & Lil Yachty
Album: Lil Boat 3.5
Produced by Mike WiLL Made-It
Lil Yachty | Future | Playboi Carti | 2020

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