Flex

[Intro: Young Wicked]
Aye
Look

[Verse 1: Young Wicked]
I've been making bangers for the longest
If you didn't know it, ask your mommas
I know, hear the hatred from the oppas
I know it ain't neat, they never stop us
They say the riding past the cribble
I be outside in the middle of the street
Wife-beater and some shorts on
And I've been revving like a sports car
Shining like the North Star
You say you the hardest, but I'm more hard
And I've been getting the bacon
And bringing it back and I'm baking it
And bet I bring the heat like I was rolled up in a blankеt
Motherfuckers wanna take at thе top
Cause I'm the greatest
You rhyming a little basic
My rhyming more like The Matrix
From crying about relations
And lying about betraying
I'm shining and getting picked
My environment full of greatest
You trying but you can't fade us
I'm riding out with the greatest
The name on the dotted line is Majik Ninja Entertainment
Killer hustle
We got the stamina and the advantage of being
Some never giving a damn about damaging anybody
We battling, if my homie is mad
Then you better believe that we backing him 'til we bumping and bracking
And now they wonder what's happening
We get it cracking in any city
We crashing and I be drippin' and splashin'
And then I'm killing this fashion that ain't no rapper is passionate
Got a fade you can catch it and oh yes
This is my flex

[Chorus: Young Wicked]
This ain't a test
This is my karma
Look at my checks
This my due
This is my truth
Y'all might be up, but bitch I'm up next
F-f-flex
Foot on they necks
I told a bitch that she fuck with the best
She was like "crazy"
I was like "yes"
This is my moment
Look at my fresh
This is my flex

[Bridge 1: Young Wicked]
This is my
This is my
This is my
And I be rapping 'til the pay's gone
Fuck it up if that day come
I'mma have the haters on deck
This is my flex

[Bridge 2: Young Wicked]
Hold up
Wait a minute
This might be my greatest record
Hold up
Wait a minute
I think I hear haters dissing

[Verse 2: Young Wicked]
It ain't a spitter on your team man they all is garbage
Five cars pulling into y'all apartments
Listen
You can hear the fucking dogs is barking
And his family all day like Laurie Partridge
Got a H.O.D
That's a heart of darkness
And you might be smart, but you're still a mark, bitch
If I carve your carcass
I'll cut the meat up and use it to feed a couple of my starving sharks
It's hot like arson is
I'm no arsonist
But I got more fire than the Bic you' sparkin' with
Bitch you aren't the shit
Ain't no heart in this mediocritus shit you dropping
It sound like cock and dicks
Simple but not in this
Bitch I got the hits
Ain't no stopping shit
And your bitch remind me of some french fries from Red Robin's is
That's bottomless
But you won't see me fucking with fake hoes
All I wanna do is put some weight on a bank roll
I want the cheddar and the cake and the queso
And any other metaphor for getting more peso
I don't ever pay any attention to they pose
Or the fake love that they show to the rappers who can't flow
It's a smack in the face, tho
When you claiming that they mo'
E'en when they ain't though
But fuck it, I came for the flex

[Chorus: Young Wicked]
This ain't a test
This is my karma
Look at my checks
This my due
This is my truth
Y'all might be up, but bitch I'm up next
F-f-flex
Foot on they necks
I told a bitch that she fuck with the best
She was like "crazy"
I was like "yes"
This is my moment
Look at my fresh
This is my flex

[Bridge 1: Young Wicked]
This is my
This is my
This is my
And I be rapping 'til the pay's gone
Fuck it if that day come
I'mma have the haters on deck
This is my flex

[Outro]
Not only are the belts on the line, but there's another very important stipulation flexed