Real Flex Lyrics – Babyfxce E

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[Intro]
(You aren’t even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, yeah
Yeah, alright (The realest)
Alright (Brrt), huh (Brrt)

[Verse]
Do something for your hood, that’s a real flex (No rap)
Huh, he got sat out more times than a pill press (Some b!tch s*it)
N!ggas used to hate on me, I bet they still mad (They pissed)
So when I pop my s*it, bro, I don’t feel bad (Fu*k ’em)
But now I can put some money on your head real bad, yeah
I spent some money on her hair, then she was real bad
Hitting her from the back, I made her numb, she want her feel back
Chain a hundred plus, so the receipt look like some real stats
I just flipped that (Brrt), Lamb’ truck, killed that (Killed)
I just did some hard s*it on live, somebody clip that (Get that)
Finna cop a watch and get my wrist back (Come on)
She can’t get on top because we might just have a mishap
I don’t wear a lot of PINK, but I sip that
If it’s a Jet2 holiday, I’ma go and skip that (Ha)
He only shoot his gun on holidays, that boy is big cap (Bap)
Knew papa selling dope because his other phone was flipped back (You know?)
Yeah, Hellcat, I drift that
Pack your s*it and come lay up with me with your thick ass (Come here, bae)
I ain’t even gon’ bap to y’all, been in my trick bag (Huh)
And what’s so crazy, I been having b!tches that trick back (Alright)
The s*it I drive’ll make you sit back (Frrt)
I don’t want no b!tch back, fu*k you, kiss that (B!tch)
This s*it ain’t out the bank, that’s why it’s mix-match (You know?)
Can teach you ’bout some drank, just come to sip class
Ha, went broke, fixed that, yeah
Told lil’ mama did she like that rope, she said, “I’m with that” (Come on)
N!gga said he knew I had the pole, he seen my hips sag (Brrt, brrt)
Gang for life, n!gga, just like my flow, bro, I can’t switch that (You preach? You hear?)
Yeah, alright (You know?)
Something gon’ happen if you touch my green, this s*it like poison ivy (You hear me?)

The Glockies got no box, but they don’t do no fighting (Glrrd)
But they do got something in common, ’cause they spit like Tyson (Uh-huh)
When I rap, I punch in, I don’t do no writing
If you ain’t got the bread to get you off the jam, don’t do nothing violent (Nothing)
Bae, I’d rather FaceTime you, I ain’t good at typing
Seen her cross the club and shot my shot, I should have been a sniper
Do this s*it, I ain’t trying, pole on me, I ain’t blind
Come on, let’s go and drop two fours, low like Kobe Bryant (I been)
I can’t find nothing about this hoe, but I just know she lying
Yeah, I know that gold worth way more, but I still wanted diamonds (I’m knowing)

[Outro]
Like, I’m on my young n!gga s*it right now
I’m just popping it
You know? The realest