I'm a go flex, okay Shoot my shot in the net, okay
Ridin' through the city, tryin' not to feel me
Hoppin' in the hills, shit gettin' tricky I'm Timmy Turner, bitch, you hickey-vicky
Smokin' on a loud, smokin' on a sticky Man, it's hard out here, tryin' to live up
The side Y'all just little kids, man, you ain't f*ckin
Hard I ain't tryin' to steal while all your heads
Not I been locked up, man, I don't need a bond
Never expect nothin' but the best Rub it on your chest till death
I'm tryna go west, show em' that I'm next, okay
I'm a go flex, okay Shoot my shot in the net, okay
Never expect nothin' but the best Rub it on your chest till death
I'm a go west, show em' that I'm next, okay I'm a go flex, okay
Shoot my shot in the net, okay
On the beat, shit, Hadouken got me feelin' like Ryu
Lyrically, I'm cruisin' on the track like a drive-thru
Got your cheek on my line, askin' how may I help you
Ain't no free in my style in these bars that I sell you
Propelled through the sky like a straight to the chest
It's random like the thought that I would cave to the stress
I'm steady winnin', always one of a less Who's tellin' competition
Well, I'll give you a guess
Never expect nothin' but the best Rub it on your chest till death
I'm tryna go west, show em' that I'm next, okay
I'm a go flex, okay Shoot my shot in the net, okay
Never expect nothin' but the best Rub it on your chest till death
I'm tryna go west, show em' that I'm next, okay
I'm a go flex, okay Shoot my shot in the net, okay
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I'm a go flex, okay Shoot my shot in the net, okay
Ridin' through the city, tryin' not to feel me
Hoppin' in the hills, shit gettin' tricky I'm Timmy Turner, bitch, you hickey-vicky
Smokin' on a loud, smokin' on a sticky Man, it's hard out here, tryin' to live up
The side Y'all just little kids, man, you ain't f*ckin
Hard I ain't tryin' to steal while all your heads
Not I been locked up, man, I don't need a bond
Never expect nothin' but the best Rub it on your chest till death
I'm tryna go west, show em' that I'm next, okay
I'm a go flex, okay Shoot my shot in the net, okay
Never expect nothin' but the best Rub it on your chest till death
I'm a go west, show em' that I'm next, okay I'm a go flex, okay
Shoot my shot in the net, okay
On the beat, shit, Hadouken got me feelin' like Ryu
Lyrically, I'm cruisin' on the track like a drive-thru
Got your cheek on my line, askin' how may I help you
Ain't no free in my style in these bars that I sell you
Propelled through the sky like a straight to the chest
It's random like the thought that I would cave to the stress
I'm steady winnin', always one of a less Who's tellin' competition
Well, I'll give you a guess
Never expect nothin' but the best Rub it on your chest till death
I'm tryna go west, show em' that I'm next, okay
I'm a go flex, okay Shoot my shot in the net, okay
Never expect nothin' but the best Rub it on your chest till death
I'm tryna go west, show em' that I'm next, okay
I'm a go flex, okay Shoot my shot in the net, okay
Ridin' through the city, tryin' not to feel me
Hoppin' in the hills, shit gettin' tricky I'm Timmy Turner, bitch, you hickey-vicky
Smokin' on a loud, smokin' on a sticky Man, it's hard out here, tryin' to live up
The side Y'all just little kids, man, you ain't f*ckin
Hard I ain't tryin' to steal while all your heads
Not I been locked up, man, I don't need a bond
Never expect nothin' but the best Rub it on your chest till death
I'm tryna go west, show em' that I'm next, okay
I'm a go flex, okay Shoot my shot in the net, okay
Never expect nothin' but the best Rub it on your chest till death
I'm a go west, show em' that I'm next, okay I'm a go flex, okay
Shoot my shot in the net, okay
On the beat, shit, Hadouken got me feelin' like Ryu
Lyrically, I'm cruisin' on the track like a drive-thru
Got your cheek on my line, askin' how may I help you
Ain't no free in my style in these bars that I sell you
Propelled through the sky like a straight to the chest
It's random like the thought that I would cave to the stress
I'm steady winnin', always one of a less Who's tellin' competition
Well, I'll give you a guess
Never expect nothin' but the best Rub it on your chest till death
I'm tryna go west, show em' that I'm next, okay
I'm a go flex, okay Shoot my shot in the net, okay
Never expect nothin' but the best Rub it on your chest till death
I'm tryna go west, show em' that I'm next, okay
I'm a go flex, okay Shoot my shot in the net, okay
Writer: Bailey Smith, Kace Cayne
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid