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saint balenci - flex / lacking lyrics

[part i: “flex”]

[verse 1: saint balenci]
team full of shooters
keep talking that sh+t on the net behind all these computers
grinding for time, still in my prime
spinning the wheel and i’m busting maneuvers

they step to the plate and were claiming it’s cap
you talking that drama like you got the strap
if it’s a problem then bros got a problem
i’m taking a trip with this kay on my lap
we’re moving the packs in
bullets move silent they hit your internals they’re radioactive
too many liars but none on my team
i don’t do no snakes got these bullets for actors

i’m not like john wick, if there’s a dog in my circle i’ll put him down right by myself
don’t need no help, if i got ballies on
9 mil is loaded i’m movin in stealth (x2)

[verse 2: saint balenci]
g wagons outside and the money steady stacking
crew’s in the studio no one’s ever lacking
big old mac 10s got some 9 millimetres the gauge on the couch with the rifle no slacking

flipping these bricks like a wholesale
putting these ounces on two scales
packs coming and they’re all pearl
importing the white through the post mail

is she into balenci or balenciaga (balenci)
drip her down fit her out all in that prada
we got federales moving way too sneaky they’re asking these questions we’re telling em nada

studio got contraband up on the table
shoot a boy live like he’s caught up on cable
hand get to twitching the finger is itching
i’m poppin shots off like my hand is unstable
[skit]
“hands up hands f+cking up!”
“aye+aye relax relax what the f+ck?!”
“chill chill yo+yo!”
“get the f+ck out of the booth, and put your f+cking hands up before i shoot you in the f+cking head!”
“aye+aye relax relax cuz!”
“get the f+ck over there and open the f+cking safe right now!”
“alright relax relax, alright.”
“we’re getting whatever you want, relax, kick it.”
(+safe beeping sound, safe access denied+)
“get it wrong one more f+cking time and i’ll blow your brains out!“
“calm down cuz i’m doing it now!“
“relax!“
(+safe beeping sound, safe access granted+)
(+gun shot, body drop+)
“f+ck, f+ck!“
“f+cking b+tch!“
“is he dead?!“
“he’s f+cking still moving+“
(+two gunshots+)
“aye that’s what the f+cking dog gets, aye wrap up the body, i know what to do.“
“you got it bro.”

[part ii: “lacking”]
[intro]
“aye jawad crank that sh+t”
“aye, aye, they wanna come send for me”
“naa f+ck+that, naa f+ck these dogs”
“i’m gonna show them what the f+ck goes on around here”

[verse: saint balenci]
f+ck(f+ck+f+ck+f+ck) that dog he’s dead
we put him to rest two taps to the head
for cash instead these opps love being anemic
lucky for them we got all this lead

never lacking yeah i’m never slacking
got that sixty round drum and it’s automatic
i’ve been moving like mobs and the opps are whackin
never on defense you know we’re ultra attacking

so i called his b+tch made her send that address
can’t say her man’s bleeding on a mattress
rolled up thrown in the sea no access
these knives in his chest looking like a cactus

zks twinning, i’m still grinning
drench that opp of course i’m sinning
verified stats go check that scoreboard
golden boot for the drills were winning

[skit/outro:]
+blackberry ringing+
ayoo, bro, what happened?
did you get the cash? + h+llo?
(+hangs up+)
+
“aye get the drums out, get the amg ready, we going ot”

- saint balenci lyrics

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