packie nash – no more lyrics
[chorus: packie nash]
i don’t wanna flex no more
i don’t wanna flex no more
i just want that money from the ceiling to the floor
while i keep my head down and i count up some more (yeah)
i don’t wanna flex no more
i don’t wanna flex no more
i’mma have to keep all the heat in my drawer
while i keep my head down and i settle the score
[verse 1: packie nash]
i don’t wanna flex no more
i don’t even wanna have sex no more
she blowing up my phone and she begging for some more
but i had to ignore, i don’t even wanna text no more
she just wanna f-ck off the drugs
sorry baby i could never fall in love
too much shit going through my brain
all the bullshit done f-cked me up
when i’m alone
twist up the dope
i turn off my phone
just leave me alone
just give me some time i’ll be back when i’m ready
i keep my head down while i count up my fetty
i keep my head down while i roll up my dro
if you switch up you were never my bro
hop in, hop out, get the money, then go
cause that’s all i know
yeah that’s all i know
i been kicking back with my feet up
i’ll take the check like i don’t rock adidas
f-ck with club toto, you might get the heater
motherf-ckers got they hands out like jesus, aye
why you tryna be us? wait
you don’t really wanna f-ck with me lil mane
cause if i get popped, i’mma beat the case
and keep running it up until my feet decay, aye
[chorus]
[verse 2: austin skinner]
yeah, i don’t wanna flex no more
i’mma see your b-tch when i’m out on tour
see these blue hunnids, they could all be yours
i just gave her d-ck and she said she wanted more
i been on my own since you went out the door
you say you love me now, i got bands, of course
we could hit chanel, we can cop the whole store
[?], might still be yours
told you that i’m gonna glo’
[?], i know
count up these bands by my lone
i need a band for a show
remember once holding you close
feel like transformers, the choppa unfold
[?]
said he gone beat us we shoot as his throat (shoot at his throat)
[?]
i’mma put one in his dome
you calling but i’m never home
you know i need me a pound of that dro
i go and stack all these bands up
i put a perc in the fanta
bad b-tch wanna take all her pants off
bro p-ss the blunt like a hand off
[chorus]
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