Rich Flex (feat. Drake)

Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club

Pay for 'bout ten niggas to get in

We crunk, lit in this bitch, yeah

Know we walk around the world

Steppin', not givin' a damn 'bout where our feet land at

Yeah

Get your ass mushed, smooshed (6ix)

Yeah, 21, the biggest

Put a nigga in the chicken wing, pussy

21, can you do somethin' for me? (21)

Can you hit a lil' rich flex for me? (21)

And, 21, can you do somethin' for me? (21, 21)

Drop some bars to my pussy ex for me

Then, 21 (21), can you do somethin' for me? (Yeah)

Can you talk to the opps necks for me? (Okay)

21, do your thing, 21, do your thing (21)

Do your thing, 21, yeah, okay

Yellow diamonds in the watch

This shit cost a lot

Never send a bitch your dot

That's how you get shot

I DM in Vanish Mode, I do that shit a lot

Took her panties off and this bitch thicker than the plot

All my exes ain't nothin', them hoes busted

If my opps ain't rappin', they ass duckin'

You ain't ready to pull the trigger? Don't clutch it

I know you on your period, baby

Can you suck it?

I'm a savage (21)

Smack her booty in Magic (21, 21)

I'll slap a pussy nigga with a ratchet (pussy)

I might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy (pussy)

Don't call me on Christmas Eve, bitch, call your daddy (21)

Bitch, call your uncle (21), bitch, don't call me (21)

Always in my ear, your ho' a flea (fuck)

Why my opps be postin' guns and only use they feet? (21)

Paid like an athlete, I got

All you hoes

All of you hoes need to remember who y'all talkin' to

It's a Slaughter Gang CEO

I got dick for you if I'm not workin', girl

If I'm busy, then fuck no

You need to find you someone else to call

When your bank account get low

You need to find you someone

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit

Ayy, murder gang shit

Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit

Ayy, murder gang shit, ayy

Sticks and stones, chrome on chrome

That's just what a nigga on

Internet clones, got 'em kissin' through the phone

Pussies cliquin' up, so they don't feel alone, ayy

Nan' nigga seein' me, I'm Young Money CMB

I used to roll with CMG, the house is not a BnB

The bad bitches waitin' on a nigga like I'm PND

I'm steady pushin' P, you niggas pushing PTSD

I told her ass to kiss me in the club, fuck a TMZ

I used to want a GMC, when Woe was doing BNE

We revvin' up and goin' on a run like we DMC

I layup with her for a couple days, then it's BRB

You rappers love askin' if I fucked when you know we did

When you know we did

She came in heels, but she left out on her cozy shit

Ayy, I'm livin' every twenty-four like Kobe did

Shoutout to the 6ix, RIP to 8

Swear this shit is gettin' ate, I'm on ten for the cake

Get a lot of love from twelve, but I don't reciprocate

Fifty-one division stay patrollin' when it's late

21 my addy, so the knife is on the gate

All the dawgs eatin' off a Baccarat plate

Niggas see Drake and they underestimate

Take it from a vet', that's a rookie ass mistake, ayy

Slaughter Gang shit

Ayy, murder gang shit

Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit

Ayy, murder gang shit

Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit

Ayy, murder gang shit, on God

Boy, look, you the motherfuckin' man, boy, you, ooh

You is the man, you hear me?