Testo No Flex Zone - Slim Thug feat. Killa Kyleon
Testo della canzone No Flex Zone (Slim Thug feat. Killa Kyleon), tratta dall'album Thug Thursday 2
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
I done got my weight up, OG in the tix
And everytime you see me, at least 50 on my neck
Still got that check, about to cop that vet
Having a midlife crisis, all I wanna do is buy nice shit
Keep 4-5 fly chicks, you liking all the pics on IG
They at the crib in the hot tub, trying new tricks on me
I know they sick of me mayn, me and my niggas made history mayn
Came out the hood and went got that check
And we still on, ain't fell off yet
No flex zone, my set up grown
My paper grown, since acres home
I'm so better, paint so wetter
I'mma grind forever, I'mma shine forever
Why stop now, I'mma get this money
My kids straight, daddy bringing them hundreds
I'm a go getter, I'm a go getter
Never falling off, I'mma shine forever
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
I'm getting more cheddar, and I won't let up
Girlies know better, I put that on whatever
I fuck her long winded, she say I'm so special
But that just don't tempt me, couldn't trust these hoes, never
Young Pro' with his big flex on these fuck boys, don't mind if I do
Seen a hundred in the summer long before the sun was jumping
So this money kinda old, but these diamonds is new
Made something out of nothing, same
Niggas down when I was in the struggle
When I eat, my niggas shine with them too
Made a brand from the floor, CEO of the show
Understand, fuck I look like sliding with you, nigga
Disappear the roof, I just tell the truth
Y'all gimmicks lying, homie where your proof?
But I'm like Kermit the, that business none of mine
Me and my nigga Thugga rock this game, we was sitting on the floor
Sitting on the floor, so close when it come time out
You can listen to the coach and it just begun
Feeling like I'm Big Steve's son, hottest nigga out where I'm from
Boy I rose out the slum, niggas toting hundred round drums
Only option, get a book or get a gun
Propain that nigga, out Longview
When nigga Al poured me up and said keep doing your thing
Cause the real niggas love to see another real nigga come up
When you paid, broke niggas gone hate
Big body stunting on purpose
Kool-Aid shining on the surface
Getting paid over these verses
Diamonds so bright, they should've came with a curtain
Most of my partners been laying in churches
Then carried out where the dirt is
Estes ain't got a green card, but I bet they know where that work is
I got a bunch of bad hoes that wanna jump in bed
Rubber bands stretching on loaves of bread
Money in my pocket, keep bumping heads
We don't burn out, we pop trunk instead
I'm a bad motherfucker, better ask somebody
Hit the needle first, I'mma tax somebody
You don't want none, better pass right by me
Before bullets come out and have to pass somebody
Loud outside came with me, I'm back with the squad
If you ain't gone hustle, get back to your job
A-Town be the city, that's where I belong
Bending these corners and riding with hoes
Praying one day I might undo my wrongs
Saving up hundreds and running through ones
Breathing in kush that get stuck in my lungs
If they ask you my name, better not tell them none
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Len Williams, Aaquil Iben Shamon Brown, Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman Brown, Stephen Robert Hybicki, Asheton Terrence O Niel Hogan
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