Back to Top

Big Flex (feat. Beatbox) Video (MV)






Fresh DeMarco the Trippy Hippy - Big Flex (feat. Beatbox) Lyrics
Official




Yea, yea, yea, uhh
Ok, woo!, ok, woo!, ok, woo!, ok
Break it down, yea, break it down, yea, break it down
Ok, break it down, yea, break it down, yea, break it down
Ay, ay, ay
Walk in the party we lit
I got the pack in this bitch, yea
Don't make me mack on yo bitch, yea
Turn up we back in this bitch, yea
We at the top of the list
Baby I'm stacking my chips, yea
Trip and I'm crackin yo shit, yea
Turn up I'm back on my shit, yea
I do not have to do bench press
But I come in and I big flex
All that we want is them big checks
Walk in we taking yo bitch yes
Working so I do not get rest
Dirtiest nigga to piss test
You cannot follow I go off the path
I keep it 100 you don't know the half, BITCH
Im ready to go
Grabbin' my keys and I hop on the road
I'm callin' my bro
Told em I'm ready to put on a show
I'm covered in gold
Ima be doing this shit til im old
I'm never gon' fold
You just be doing the shit that you told
I'm on a roll
Smoking an eighth and I'm pourin' a four
I'm icy and cold
I got the cup but I'm drinkin' it slow
It ain't a question you know that I'm ready
Grippin' the bag I'm holdin' it steady
Twistin' one up like a bowl of spaghetti
I am the champ go and throw the confetti
Walk in the party we lit
I got the pack in this bitch, yea
Don't make me mack on yo bitch, yea
Turn up we back in this bitch, yea
We at the top of the list
Baby I'm stacking my chips, yea
Trip and I'm crackin yo shit, yea
Turn up I'm back on my shit, yea
I'm rollin' this dope while throwin' them 4s
Call me Da Vinci I live by the code
F*ck all these hoes I'll get to them later
'Cuz I got more flavor than trident three layers
I pull up and SKRRT! then pull up her skirt
She face my blunt and its fulla that purp
Get off my turf you is not lit enough
I'm runnin' shit motherf*ckers ain't fit enough
I came from pocket lint now im focused on profitin
If we talkin' cash i gotta lot of it
Just like the lottery there is no probably
Lost in the sauce so good luck findin' me
Walk in the party we lit
I got the pack in this bitch, yea
Don't make me mack on yo bitch, yea
Turn up we back in this bitch, yea
We at the top of the list
Baby I'm stacking my chips, yea
Trip and I'm crackin yo shit, yea
Turn up I'm back on my shit, yea
Walk in the party we lit
I got the pack in this bitch, yea
Don't make me mack on yo bitch, yea
Turn up we back in this bitch, yea
We at the top of the list
Baby I'm stacking my chips, yea
Trip and I'm crackin yo shit, yea
Turn up I'm back on my shit, yea
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Yea, yea, yea, uhh
Ok, woo!, ok, woo!, ok, woo!, ok
Break it down, yea, break it down, yea, break it down
Ok, break it down, yea, break it down, yea, break it down
Ay, ay, ay
Walk in the party we lit
I got the pack in this bitch, yea
Don't make me mack on yo bitch, yea
Turn up we back in this bitch, yea
We at the top of the list
Baby I'm stacking my chips, yea
Trip and I'm crackin yo shit, yea
Turn up I'm back on my shit, yea
I do not have to do bench press
But I come in and I big flex
All that we want is them big checks
Walk in we taking yo bitch yes
Working so I do not get rest
Dirtiest nigga to piss test
You cannot follow I go off the path
I keep it 100 you don't know the half, BITCH
Im ready to go
Grabbin' my keys and I hop on the road
I'm callin' my bro
Told em I'm ready to put on a show
I'm covered in gold
Ima be doing this shit til im old
I'm never gon' fold
You just be doing the shit that you told
I'm on a roll
Smoking an eighth and I'm pourin' a four
I'm icy and cold
I got the cup but I'm drinkin' it slow
It ain't a question you know that I'm ready
Grippin' the bag I'm holdin' it steady
Twistin' one up like a bowl of spaghetti
I am the champ go and throw the confetti
Walk in the party we lit
I got the pack in this bitch, yea
Don't make me mack on yo bitch, yea
Turn up we back in this bitch, yea
We at the top of the list
Baby I'm stacking my chips, yea
Trip and I'm crackin yo shit, yea
Turn up I'm back on my shit, yea
I'm rollin' this dope while throwin' them 4s
Call me Da Vinci I live by the code
F*ck all these hoes I'll get to them later
'Cuz I got more flavor than trident three layers
I pull up and SKRRT! then pull up her skirt
She face my blunt and its fulla that purp
Get off my turf you is not lit enough
I'm runnin' shit motherf*ckers ain't fit enough
I came from pocket lint now im focused on profitin
If we talkin' cash i gotta lot of it
Just like the lottery there is no probably
Lost in the sauce so good luck findin' me
Walk in the party we lit
I got the pack in this bitch, yea
Don't make me mack on yo bitch, yea
Turn up we back in this bitch, yea
We at the top of the list
Baby I'm stacking my chips, yea
Trip and I'm crackin yo shit, yea
Turn up I'm back on my shit, yea
Walk in the party we lit
I got the pack in this bitch, yea
Don't make me mack on yo bitch, yea
Turn up we back in this bitch, yea
We at the top of the list
Baby I'm stacking my chips, yea
Trip and I'm crackin yo shit, yea
Turn up I'm back on my shit, yea
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Andrew Parks, Frederick Washington
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


Tags:
No tags yet