| Flex, flex flex |
| Flex, flex flex |
| Slippin' through my shit wonderin' what hits it get |
| Even before the flicks I was always hit to flip the script |
| Let’s play a game, call catch a bitch, how you play? |
| Well diss me nigga and catch a fist, you playin'? |
| Ooh, I know you didn’t expect a nigga to catch wreck |
| I’m comin' from the west, they all slept (Flex) |
| 'Cause it’s been a long day |
| And I get with Johnny Q when niggas rub me the wrong way |
| Twenty four tracks is fat and all that |
| Pack smack, jaw crack, after that, can I get my balls back? |
| Nigga don’t front, just pass the blunt |
| I freak the funk for the trunks, pop the pump on the chumps |
| I make ya jump |
| Dum diddy dump |
| Love to thump |
| Leavin' niggas with Plumps, smokin' blunts and skunks |
| So here it comes, let’s have a gun |
| Or get done by the worst of our trumps for fun |
| Pump pump! |
| Flex, flex, flex flex |
| Flex, flex flex |
| Flex, flex flex |
| Flex, flex flex |
| Oh duck, prepare to throw nigga, get that ass dropped |
| Give us mad props and get packed I’m mad hot |
| So get that 'caine step to the wrong fuckin' man |
| The crew too, fifty niggas in the wrong clan |
| You fuckin' bitch you better take you snitch ass home |
| is up feel his chrome on your damn dome |
| Boom boom boom niggas better duck or get bucked |
| Fuck stuck in the damn gut |
| I tryna tell ya but niggas ain’t feel me |
| The fuck with dollar wouldn’t that, never hail G |
| Born for boner, raise up in the stack |
| Schoolin', I’m ready to feel pain bet you ass |
| Will be fillin on the |
| Foul type, then you say hi when I pass by |
| A nigga tryna act fly God bless the nice try |
| Straight serve, what a herb, kicked to the curb |
| Slammin' dust, he got some motherfuckin' nerve |
| So back fuckin' and get jacked, don’t test |
| So get wrecked and it will be a mess |
| If they wanna |
| Flex, flex, flex flex |
| Flex, flex flex |
| Flex, flex flex |
| Flex, flex flex |
| Hey yo, nothin' gets buck quick |
| When he fuck with, and Thoro Headz stuck |
| Bet you can’t budge with the rough niggas |
| See, it’s fifty niggas with me, is hundred head raw |
| Not to mention a countless, I’m not ya ammo |
| So why would you wanna play a test |
| You can’t fade the best |
| Since you get laid to rest |
| Yeah, still wreck, you testin' your mic full of check tack it |
| Rep with |
| Niggas wanna flex it |
| They call me Big Mac, you put the fucking bitch |
| And I’m outie |
| Five dodge and you will never doubt me |
| I’m gettin' flammy on this 2Pac jammy |
| Yo, sittin' and pissin' on a bitch ass panty |
| Yeah, like it’s magic we comin' on that ass massive |
| Better tap in or get your ass kicked |
| And if you plannin' on rushin', better stomp fast |
| 'Cause in the flat, I snatch a badge out you mark ass |
| Ayo, spark, split fifty niggas |
| They should give us motherfucker some of that real shit |
| Ill shit they keep holes on the deals nigga |
| Attackin' niggas like shit list with quick hits |
| So fuck a rhyme if ya feel what I want for tacs |
| Watch ya back, nigga, 'cause we ain’t quitter |
| Flex, flex, flex flex |
| Flex, flex flex |
| Flex, flex flex |
| Flex, flex flex |
| Thoro Headz motherfucker |
| Big Malcolm, motherfucker indo boy |
| Strictly representin' for the motherfuckin' fugitive |
| Them niggas can’t be fucked with |
| So when I keel over and die they gon' take the shit |
| All you weak motherfuckers get the motherfuckin' |
| 'Cause my niggas ain’t afraid of flexin' you feel me |
| Young niggas, young niggas |
| Flex, flex, flex flex |
| Flex, flex flex |
| Flex, flex flex |
| Flex, flex flex |