Flex Video (MV)

This called a flex, flex on a bih
That's a patek, patek on my wrist
Bank account on creatine, pockets on fatso
Bought a chain from ice box, yeah
Bih im that cold
That's called a flex, flex on a bih
That's a patek, patek on my wrist
Bank account on creatine, pockets on fatso
Bought a chain from ice box, yeah
Bih im that cold

They wonder how I paid for it, 25 for the smile Like my Rollie plain Jane
I don't Ever bust it down
I came from where the Mud at
Took some water, flushed it out
Pak-Man where yo plug at
I just tell em' hush ya mouth
Back in my zone, hitting hard like a switch
In a league of my own, go and try throw a pitch
I smacked this one up out the park
Back over there with the fences is
I kept it real, stayed 10 toes down and
They don't even know what the difference is
Pak-Man just ate like some
Chicken wings and fried rice
She called me Freddy's cuz I hit it for 5 nights
I had to cut some people off, get back up
In my bag. I've seen some people fall
Rest in peace to my dad
Any particular moment, I might just a blow it I Give no condolence. I eat my opponent I'm Makin a something out of a nothing I'm making it Happen wicka the rappin I Came from the back When I was strapped with a pack of c4, I'm the Equivalent to the rapping paki Deebo

This called a flex, flex on a bih
That's a patek, patek on my wrist
Bank account on creatine, pockets on fatso
Bought a chain from ice box, yeah
Bih im that cold
That's called a flex, flex on a bih
That's a patek, patek on my wrist
Bank account on creatine, pockets on fatso
Bought a chain from ice box, yeah
Bih im that cold

I'm in the zone, feeling like a champ
Every move I make, know it's all planned
Haters try to bring me down
But I stay nonchalant
Like a pair of Adidas, this it ain't
What you really Want
Hustle hard, grinding every day
Stacking up the paper, making my own way
From the bottom to the top, I climbed the ladder
Now I'm living lavish, and nothing else matters
They say I changed, but I stayed true
Stayed real to myself, never switched crews
Block to the stage, I keep pushing through
I point em out and GT shoots
I'm in my lane building my own name, these Haters that talk can't touch my game
I paved my own way, never went the wrong way
All they gonna make me do is rush my aim
Black shades, how do he see
Black Haze, how do he breath
Checkered blocks, Louis V
Game on lock, lose the key
They ask how I do it, I just smile
Crafted my masterpiece, my own style
With every step I take, I'm making moves
Flexing on 'em all, I got nothing else to prove

This called a flex, flex on a bih
That's a patek, patek on my wrist
Bank account on creatine, pockets on fatso
Bought a chain from ice box, yeah
Bih im that cold
That's called a flex, flex on a bih
That's a patek, patek on my wrist
Bank account on creatine, pockets on fatso
Bought a chain from ice box, yeah
Bih im that cold