freeze (aiden fries) - fake flex lyrics
[intro]
yuh (okay)
i ain’t rich, but, um (um)
well (okay)
[verse]
fake flex until i got a lot of chains
and i’m drippin’ in riches, now everyone know my name
i pull up on ya’ block and i’m bustin’ with the glock (ooh, ooh)
i got diamonds on my roly, so i’m rockin’ on the clock
i’m countin’ up the checks and i’m comin’ for yo’ neck
go and k!ll a motha’f+cka’, then i’m asking: “who’s next?” (who’s next?)
yea, i’m in a gang, and i got a couple homies
i would shoot at you myself, but i’ll have ’em do it for me (grrr)
yea, i’m flexing with the gucci (gucci)
flexin’ with the louis (louis)
flexin’ like a bodybuilder, do not step up to me (mm)
if you talkin’ sh+t, then yo’ ass get clapped (clapped)
i be swimmin’ in these motha’f+ckin’ racks, yea (racks)
and i be smokin’ on this motha’f+ckin’ grass, yea (grass)
shootin’ bullets at the motha’f+ckin’ glass, yea (glass)
on god i got mountains of money
i’m going stupid on these beats, but i ain’t no dummy
i’m soakin’ in finesse all the way down to the socks (socks)
you’ll never see the day that i am not on the top (top)
skrrt, then i dip in the whip (whip)
the sh+t that i spit is so sick (sick)
freeze when you look at my wrist (wrist)
when i’m on the track, it gets lit (lit, huh)
f+ck this song, it’s over, unfinished
i wrote and recorded this sh+t in like five to ten minutes (wait, what?)
it’s way too easy to make songs like these
i don’t need no f+ckin’ ice, ’cause i’ll still be freeze
fake flex (ooh)
[outro]
brrr
yuh
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