Lyrics FLEX FLEX FRUIT - DavDee, Freesoul

FLEX FLEX FRUIT

See, I had to flex, all of these niggas, they talking, can’t hear em,
my foot on their neck
If we got an issue, I’m not finna get you, I sing em a song and I put em to bed
I’m one that they hate, best come correct, when I step with the set I won’t say
it again
Tryna hate on me probably that armorment Haki, I feel like I’m Luffy,
I came with the gang
They know we came from that East Blue, we crossing that red line
They look to me cause that One Piece they can’t find
Who want the smoke when we crossing the Grand Line
Gum Gum, no pistols, I punch through your mans like
Bad bitch like Nami, she ride my pole on Tempo
I feel like smoker, always got blunts of Endo
Yeah, we Robin, got arms my strap, Nico Robin, gon hand me that
Drip like Jimbei, my water splash, hit the Boa stoned of my ass
Rolling up and that ghost will hit like Horo Horo No Mi
Yeah, it’s hard to find, cause I keep it tucked, but I got One Piece on me
Yeah, this fire leaving holes in you, gotta keep that Ace up my sleeve
Bitch like Nami want it, Roger that and I give her my gold D
Yo, miss every hit, I’ma Logia type
Tony, my Chopper ain’t saving your life
In the clouds Eneru, that’s what I like
I’m fighting with lightning, you using a knife
I feel like Luffy, the Ara Red Hawk
Metal Metal Fruit like I let the lead talk
I ain’t like Moria, ain’t let the dead walk
One Piece the GOAT and that is my Ted Talk
Uh, they had me locked up
Impel Den, I was getting my racks up
Hit em with Conqueror’s Haki, they back up
You came alone, little boy, you need back up
Kinda like Luffy with hands you get smacked up
Red Hawk, hitting that boy like a mad truck
Up on my ship, where I’m keeping the mac tucked
Step in the way of my crew, then that’s bad luck, uh
Up on the beach, where I’m chilling with Nami
She kinda like Robin, her hands all up on me
Play with the boy, then I’m causing tsunamis
Chopper gon speak if we rumble on Kami
CP9, how we rolling in all black
Wano Manson, where I’m keeping them big racks
Hit em with fishman karate, he get back
Word up your whole team, smoking your big pack
We got the sticks that will aim at your watermelon
Run a train on your bitch like it’s Water Seven
You get treated like Eneru, sent to heaven
We get messy with Haki in my section
I’m the King of the Pirates, no question
I be holding the crown up in my possession
Tryna step to the boy, you ain’t learn your lesson
So we Flex-Flex on the opposition