Flex’d Out Smug Mang (Ft. Chris Travis & Sickboyrari)

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[Hook: Chris Travis]
I'm flexed out, nigga get your checks out
About to hit the mall and buy the whole bitch out
Real shit, I don't give a fuck about shit now
I don't even wear jewelry, because that shit's out
I'm flexed out, nigga get your checks out
About to hit the mall and buy the whole bitch out
Real shit, I don't give a fuck about shit now
I don't even wear jewelry, because that shit's out

[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
Bitch I'm on the internet and I'm making money
YouTube, Google shit, broadband jumping
Everybody watching me like they want something
Get up off my dick unless your pussy tight and honest
Find me down in Memphis, prolly somewhere low-fi
Smoking big blunts prolly need two hands to hold it
I'm that nigga that you see up in your fucking dreams
Red diamonds dancing on me, watch the blood gling

[Hook: Chris Travis]
I'm flexed out, nigga get your checks out
About to hit the mall and buy the whole bitch out
Real shit, I don't give a fuck about shit now
I don't even wear jewelry, because that shit's out
I'm flexed out, nigga get your checks out
About to hit the mall and buy the whole bitch out
Real shit, I don't give a fuck about shit now
I don't even wear jewelry, because that shit's out