cali-ber tha grime, el rico – flexx lyrics
i just hit the pack with the (just landed)
50 on a benz i just
i got a lotta flex and i (ex)
just woke up with my ex (like d+mn)
never smoke weed then you never see flex
independent but i make these labels drop stack
i’m the only kid taking shots to the head
walk into your crib with this ice on my
with this ice on my neck
50 hunnid bands and i spend it on the gang
i been rude to the game and i never show respect
how the boys 15 with a icebox round his neck
4+way team, i’m trapping with my 4+way team
hit me up, i’m sipping major lean
cc’s up, i’m in a light way beam
how the h+ll the boy popping and he still 15
popping all the xannys till my eyes turn red
i don’t ever stop even when the lights red
imma chase gwap, freaking gotta get bread
and i put my city up, i’m the one who’s gotta represent
i’m the one who’s gotta rep
if you talking teenage rappers, i’m the one to represent
if they think i ain’t pop, why the h+ll the boys mad?
dropping bodies till i drop and that’s a mother f+cking fact
they ain’t ever seen flex
these boys they mad cuz they never get to flex
these n+ggas ain’t nothing without twitter friends
shawty know i’m thugging hard so she tryna get bread
man
they used to leave me read
now i smoke these n+ggas till their eyes turn red
imma different caliber, n+ggas think we playing chess
yo caliber tell em why we up next
they ain’t ever seen flex
these boys they mad cuz they never get to flex
these n+ggas ain’t nothing without they f+ckin twitter friends
shawty know i’m thugging hard so she tryna get bread
they used to leave me read
now i smoke these n+ggas till their eyes turn red
imma different caliber, n+ggas think we playing chess
yo caliber tell em why we up next
grime
still be alive if you hadn’t gassed me up (who that)
727 on a late+night spaz
all these n+ggas with the ice finna cool somebody else (who they talking bout)
work don’t omit you from the flex
make 5 bands when we talk 5 seconds
imma hit you with the ice and all your n+ggas gettin cold
hitman every song this n+gga pop on is a dead (pop pop)
you finna hit the road even on a death bed
gang signs, n+gga puttin gang signs (gang)
how you come close if you beefing with the gang (you know)
n+gga talk about the exes they was puffer than a m+ffin
but my flex tho prolly finna ball with a chopper (hang em high)
yeah we balling, catch the flu we got chicks
seven days that’s seven million we ain’t doing sh+t
that’s a dream n+gga wake the h+ll up it’s seven years
eyes red, blue, white like i f+cking called the cops
yeah you know (they know cali+ber the sh+t)
they ain’t ever seen flex
these boys they mad cuz they never get to flex
ain’t nothing without they twitter friends
shawty know i’m thugging hard so she tryna get bread
man
they used to leave me read
now i smoke these n+ggas till their eyes turn red
i’m a different caliber, n+ggas think we playing chess
yo caliber tell em why we up next
they ain’t ever seen flex
these boys they mad cuz they never get to flex
these n+ggas ain’t nothing without they f+ckin twitter friends
shawty know i’m thugging hard so she tryna get bread
Random Lyrics
- don won – ill 60 lyrics
- ocean florist – wrong number lyrics
- totpoc – 155 грамм (155 grams) lyrics
- ki-ru$h – don’t break lyrics
- kevin gz – underground lyrics
- richey mula – yesterday lyrics
- yade lauren – facetime lyrics
- yvng dyxrd – voshititelno lyrics
- hexer – coronatime lyrics
- melodownz – fine lyrics