I Won't Flex

(album: Anyways - 2020)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Goddamn, a hundred thousand)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(20Rocket on the beat so it gon' knock)
Yeah, nigga
Yeah
Yeah
I'm flexing on purpose (Yeah)
I'm flexing on purpose (Yeah)

I'm flexing on purpose (Know I'm flexin')
I'm flexing on purpose (Know I'm flexin')
I know they wanna murder me (Wanna murder me)
I know they wanna murder me (Wanna murder me)
I got shooters that protect that money (I got shooters)
I got shooters that protect the money (I got shooters)
I'ma die about this shit, nigga, yeah (I'ma die)
I'ma die about this shit, nigga, yeah (I'ma die)

I got shooters, shooting, shooting something (Shooting, shootin')
Yeah, they shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting, shooting something (They shootin')
Got the stick, that stick, that Draco, Draco, shoot off nothing (Uh-huh, yeah)
Hundred rounds, hundred rounds blow that block down (Yeah)
Hundred rounds, hundred rounds, blow his block down (Yeah)
Nigga eyeing like they knew 'em, send him out stretched (No cap)
Nigga, I am the truth, better act right (No cap)
Nigga, I got my mothafucking sack right (Yeah)
In the mothafucking coupe, don't know how to act right (Yeah)
Drop the top on that roof, damn, that's right (Yeah)
And a bad bitch passenger seat, that's right (Damn)
And she suck me up while a nigga take flight (Yeah)

I'm flexing on purpose (Okay)
I'm flexing on purpose (Okay)
I know they wanna murder me (They wanna what?)
I know they wanna murder me (I know they do)
I got shooters that protect that money (I got them shooters)
I got shooters that protect the money (I got them shooters)
I'ma die about this shit, nigga, yeah (Yeah, I'ma die)
I'ma die about this shit, nigga

Hit the gas, hit the metal
I won't pass on the metal (I won't)
And you know I got that gun
And that bitch that heavy metal
And you know I keep my favorite, yeah, it's a Glizzy (it's a Glizzy), yeah
Glizzy, Glizzy with extension, yeah
Bullshit, you know I'm with it (With it), yeah
Kill shit, no feelings, yeah
Big dawg on a mission (That money)
On the grind, tryna shine (Yeah)
Like a star, it's so far, (Yeah) in the roof in the car
In the bed, suck my balls, yeah, yeah
I got racks in the safe and this shit put away
Just in case a rainy day, yeah, yeah
Okay

I'm flexing on purpose (Okay)
I'm flexing on purpose (Okay)
I know they wanna murder me (They wanna what?)
I know they wanna murder me (I know they do)
I got shooters that protect that money (I got them shooters)
I got shooters that protect the money (I got them shooters)
I'ma die about this shit, nigga, yeah (Yeah, I'ma die)
I'ma die about this shit, nigga (Yeah, I'ma die)