Type 2 Flex

[Intro: Raymond Hill]
Raymond Hill
Haris
Yeah
God damn

[Verse 1: Haris]
Pick up pace its a quick flow
Catch a young nigga in the end zone
Stomp his ass out got the Timbs though
Chi-Town killer with a kilo
These days they be like what's your life like?
"Wish it was me though"
Since I left my home I been all 'lone
You don't want this yo
Me I run Dubai by myself
Man you don't want heat though
Had one girl but I took his girl
Man its looking like a cheat code
Sheets on deck but you freak on me
I’m just looking like the next best thing
When you wake up in the morning just staring at a ceiling
You gon' really wanna change some things
You don't know shit about me though
I could really be the city hero
All y'all sound like zeros
Your music really help my ego
Like, like, what's that?
Keep sounding like that please
I just got a girl off Soundcloud she think I don't lack
Please stay in your lane G

[Hook: Raymond Hill]
Nah I'm not the type to flex
But these women wanted sex
Oh yeah, they deserve it
They been working
I might have to flex
I might have to flex
I might have to get
Go get, with the shits
Need my fix
Most of all I need the checks
Now I need a bitch
(Damn)
All flexing all summer
All summer we be flexing
All summer we be fucking
Money spend it on protection
You need this right now
I'ma give it no debatin'
Can't leave me right now
Keep you watching never waitin'

[Verse 2: Haris]
I just got a girl off Soundcloud
With a backpack backpack full of drugs
That's a snack pack snack pack
God damn I think I am AD god
Cause we run the city
I'ma ban these niggas
Cause they sounding week like spring break
And I met Drake
And I'm too fly and you're too fake
And I called your bae she said he too lame
I been poppin' got watch my health
Cause I been poppin'
These pills and I'm not stopping
Until I'm dropping
I'm from Chicago there's a lot of options
Here to, and near boo
Know a couple shooters that'd hurt you
If I named you, if I cared too
They go bam bam like banged boos
Bang her and her friend too
Do this shit for my fam dude
Ain't a lot that I can't prove
Ain't a lot that I can't do
You was thinking that I couldn't do it
Had to do it
You was thinking that I...

[Hook: Raymond Hill]
Nah I'm not the type to flex
But these women wanted sex
Oh yeah, they deserve it
They been working
I might have to flex
I might have to flex
I might have to get
Go get, with the shits
Need my fix
Most of all I need the checks
Now I need a bitch
(Damn)
All flexing all summer
All summer we be flexing
All summer we be fucking
Money spend it on protection
You need this right now
I'ma give it no debatin'
Can't leave me right now
Keep you watching never waitin'

[Verse 3: Raymond Hill]
My dreams, are real
To me, they like
A list of my future accomplishments
Living so way up my music been popping, shit
Bitches be on me like Kenny on documents
I got the wave and I'm drowning you after all
I been so focused on college and Adderall
Savage like 21 don't give a fuck at all
Hoopin' like 23 now its my day to ball
I
Got all these bitches' numbers but I will not call them
(Call them)
Too much for you to handle trust me you should fall back
(Fall back)
Too invested in my music that's the draw back
(Draw Back)
But making music is worth all that
I bring the heat like Miami in summer
(Whooo!)
These bitches they love it when I'm undercover
(Whooo!)
Baby bend over and bump up your bumper
I ain't playin' round I can go find another
(Whooo!)
I bring the heat like Miami in summer it's hot like Yovanna now I'm on the come up
(Jheez)
I stunt on these bitches and these bitches love it