I Won’t Flex Young Nudy

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Goddamn, a hundred thousand)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(20Rocket on the beat so it gon' knock)
Yeah, nigga
Yeah
Yeah
I'm flexin' on purpose (Yeah)
I'm flexin' on purpose (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I'm flexin' on purpose (Know I'm flexin')
I'm flexin' on purpose (Know I'm flexin')
I know they wanna murder me (Wanna murder me)
I know they wanna murder me (Wanna murder me)
I got shooters that protect that money (I got shooters)
I got shooters that protect the money (I got shooters)
I'ma die about this shit, nigga, yeah (I'ma die)
I'ma die about this shit, nigga, yeah (I'ma die)

[Verse 1]
I got shooters, shootin', shootin' somethin' (Shootin', shootin')
Yeah, they shootin', shootin', shootin', shootin', shootin' somethin' (They shootin')
Got the stick, that stick, that Draco, Draco, shoot off nothin' (Uh-huh, yeah)
Hundred rounds, hundred rounds blow that block down (Yeah)
Hundred rounds, hundred rounds, blow his block down (Yeah)
Nigga eyein' like they knew 'em, send him out stretched (No cap)
Nigga, I am the truth, better act right (No cap)
Nigga, I got my mothafuckin' sack right (Yeah)
In the mothafuckin' coupe, don't know how to act right (Yeah)
Drop the top on that roof, damn, that's right (Yeah)
And a bad bitch passenger seat, that's right (Damn)
And she suck me up while a nigga take flight (Yeah)