[Intro] Tommy Swisher nigga, you already know, ayy Another Tommy x RXLVND, I'm fuckin' with that Ayy, say Flex on your hater like this, say flex on your hater like this Ooh, flex on your hater like, flex on your Yeah, yeah, say
[Hook: Tommy Swisher] Flex on your hater like this, say flex on your hater like this Man, all of that weight on my wrist All of that weight on my wrist Flex on your hater like this, I say flex on your hater like this All of that weight on my wrist See all of that weight on my wrist [Verse 1: Tommy Swisher] Big booty bitch wanna touch on my dick Speed through the 6 bumpin' Gucci and shit I'm in Atlanta they know what it is I'm in LA, I know Bloods, I know Crips This weight on my wrist got me leanin' and leanin' and leanin' And leanin', but fuck it, I'm good I never thought I'd put that on my hood If you ain't gettin' money, the fuck is you doin'? You think that's a wave, bitches watch, let 'em have it The way I make play they gon' call me John Madden Ring on my finger they lookin' like Saturn And it's almost a habit to make it to Saturn I don't try hard, just know I'm just doin' me I'm from St. Louis, gettin' fluce overseas She saw my denim so fresh and so clean Fuck in the whip, man I think I need weed
[Hook: Tommy Swisher] Flex on your hater like this, say flex on your hater like this Man, all of that weight on my wrist All of that weight on my wrist Flex on your hater like this, I say flex on your hater like this All of that weight on my wrist See all of that weight on my wrist
[Verse 2: Maui Max] I said, flex on my haters like this, flexed on my baby like this Think that she leavin' the get, know she ain't goin' nowhere She know that it's money in here I be smoking this wonderful pot in a gold Jeep I got gangsters in here, Maui and Swish got it here Havin' your bitch walkin' out the hotel Smellin' like she got blunts Screamin': Fuck a career I be swaggin' these beats I just wanna smoke gas on the beach Smack that ass, watch the heat then repeat Try to blow, you going under 6 feet I got plenty of room under my family tree Yeah, we're winnin', yup, yeah, we winnin' Stay with some hoes like some denim I ain't no hipster, I just be that nigga My niggas all dreaded, I'm smokin' that reefer Can't hate cause we livin', can't hate cause we livin'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
