Lyrics Flexing on Purpose - Ralo, Lil Uzi Vert, Young Thug

Flexing on Purpose

I got Lil Uzi on the track
Ayy, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi
21 Savage, where you at?
Ayy, slime
Hahaha
Fam Goon shit (Ayy)
Fam Goon shit (Ayy)
Fam Goon shit (Ayy)
Um, yeah, I’m flexin' on purpose, ayy
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ayy
I move that work like the first, ayy
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt, yeah
I’m flexin' on purpose, ayy
That bitch, she get on my nerves, ayy
I move that work like the first, ayy
Jump in a foreign, I skrrt, yeah
I do not need that little ho, ayy
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ayy
Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah
Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah
You know your bitch is my ho, ayy
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ayy
You know your bitch is my ho, ayy
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ayy
I cannot ever be celibate
I cop more shots than the president
I got some shit they can never get
I been some places they never been
I asked 'em never compare me to rappers
I don’t need the hassle, you know I’m a trapper
You what I’m after, you know I’ma get it
They said I couldn’t but nigga I did it
Do you remember them callin' me trash?
Now I got trash bags of cash
I done got over more bumps than the rash
I can put all of these niggas on blast
I might not never get signed
I won’t drop a dime that ain’t on my kind
Tell 'em that I’m never retirin'
That shit is declined, I am on my grind
I got your bitch, she said that I’m better
She want me to settle
You bought her some shoes
She not Cinderella, you gotta do better
That pussy be raining, I bring the umbrella
I kept it 100 since we been together
She know I’m the realest, you ain’t gotta tell her
I’m flexin' on purpose, you niggas is jealous
Uhm, ya, I’m flexin' on purpose
Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves
Aye, I move that work like the first
Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah
I’m flexin' on purpose, aye
Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves
Aye, I move that work like the first
Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah
I do not need that little ho, aye
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah
Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah
You know your bitch is my ho, aye
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
You know your bitch is my ho, aye
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
Bitch dab, dab
I’m on Miley Ave
Pull up in a cab (skrrt)
Stop in the plug for a slab
But not while the dope in the lab
I fuck me a bitch in the cab
I’m drinkin' on lean and my crown
I put ice on all of my styles, yeah
Donovan money McNabb
Like the Joker I laugh
Big old mink like a lamb
Jaden and Willow, I am
Hold up, ho-ho-ho, hold up
Geeked up motor and cam
Ice on water like damn
So forever with some grams
I’m a different little species
I know they wanna be me
I want green like a kiwi
Great ménage, shout out Beanie
Clip the water like genies
And my lawyers gon' free me
Fuck her out that bikini
Ho don’t say it unless you mean me
Uhm, ya, I’m flexin' on purpose
Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves
Aye, I move that work like the first
Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah
I’m flexin' on purpose, aye
Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves
Aye, I move that work like the first
Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah
I do not need that little ho, aye
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah
Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah
You know your bitch is my ho, aye
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
You know your bitch is my ho, aye
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
Kick that little bitch to the curb
Treat that little bitch like a bird
Little bitch you know I’m about action
Little bitch you know I’m a verb
I chase after bands and I tackle
I hang around American gangster
Wright Street had me shackled
They caught me with green, now they call me a Packer
Forgi’s on the 'Vette, stagger
In my face I got a dagger
I catch your bitch and I’ma bag her
Get that mouth and bend her backwards
Get that mouth and then it’s over
I grab that fork and beat the soda
I want money like I’m HOVA (Jay Z!)
VVS’s cause they colder
VVS’s cause they colder
Please don’t try to race cause you gon' blow your motor
Made a million off of fuckin' Motorola
Tryna make a million nigga, beat the bowl up
Diamonds sick, nigga, like they got Ebola
Me and Ralo ball like Stephen, Kyle Korver
Tryna get a hundred pounds across the border
Fam Goon nigga, don’t get slaughtered
Uhm, ya, I’m flexin' on purpose
Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves
Aye, I move that work like the first
Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah
I’m flexin' on purpose, aye
Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves
Aye, I move that work like the first
Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah
I do not need that little ho, aye
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah
Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah
You know your bitch is my ho, aye
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
You know your bitch is my ho, aye
Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye
Fam Goon shit (yeah)
Fam Goon shit (yeah)
Fam Goon shit (yeah)
Fam Goon shit
Fam Goon, nigga don’t get slaughtered