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flex the best - kyng kilo lyrics

[intro]
whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew

brrrr ba

whoa

[chorus]
hop up out the car with that 300, that’s that blackout
he talkin’ like he stupid, hit his block and he got papped out
that boy ain’t no real gangster, i know the truth, but he gon’ cop out
lil’ b*tch want me for s*x, i told that hoe to use your d*mn mouth
lil’ b*tch, i flex the b*tch, vv’s ice is on my chest
she said, my water get her wet, i’m just like nike bout a check
these bullets make him keith sweat, psycho tatted on my neck
e be trolling all the opps, thеse boys right here don’t posе a threat

[verse 1]
i treat your b*tch just like a pet, been cursed since birth, so i keep a tec
we aim for the face, no need for the vest, you thinking he yoga, how we leave them stretched
my doggies all sick and they don’t need a vet, i’m hanging with runts that’s looking for vets
i give them the word, i tell them to go, they don’t want the money, just give them respect
i got now, n*gga, f*ck who next? got a problem, get it off your chest
money gon’ make the lil’ hoe f*ck, but right now, i just want the neck
this chopper like the nba, i swear it gets first round picks
hit your block and hit you and whoever you ain’t round with
[chorus]
hop up out the car with that 300, that’s that blackout
he talkin’ like he stupid, hit his block and he got papped out
that boy ain’t no real gangster, i know the truth, but he gon’ cop out
lil’ b*tch want me for s*x, i told that hoe to use your d*mn mouth
lil’ b*tch, i flex the b*tch, vv’s ice is on my chest
she said, my water get her wet, i’m just like nike bout a check
these bullets make him keith sweat, psycho tatted on my neck
e be trolling all the opps, these boys right here don’t pose a threat

[verse 2]
these n*ggas be hiding, ain’t dropping no lows, like, bro, where you at
i came out the mud like my name was shrek
aim at his head out of tesla, cause my young n*ggas tap dancing cause them boys known to step
had to be telling my young n*ggas to chill
but his ass don’t listen, you think he was deaf
i keep some shooters with me like the nba draft
they f*ck around and shoot at the ref, step back, shoot from the three like you steph
these n*ggas funny, sh*t like mike epps
we keep sh*t in the street, these n*ggas don’t want no beef imma motherf*ckin’ chef
young n*gga with me, toting that k, you’ll think he was russian, n*gga
you better not be mad about no b*tch just know she f*ckin’, n*gga
we sound like some f*ckin’ barbers, we keep them cutters with us
boss on back of the glock, got a speech impediment, make sh*t stutter, n*gga
call that one b*tch lollipop, she tryna come suck her, n*gga
n*gga, we travel f*ckin’ traffic with that glock like chris tucker, n*gga
i ain’t even playin’, first n*gga reach for the chain, you know i’m bussin’, n*gga
you can’t hide from bro, that n*gga sl!ck just like some b*tter, n*gga
[chorus]
hop up out the car with that 300, that’s that blackout
he talkin’ like he stupid, hit his block and he got papped out
that boy ain’t no real gangster, i know the truth, but he gon’ cop out
lil’ b*tch want me for s*x, i told that hoe to use your d*mn mouth
lil’ b*tch, i flex the b*tch, vv’s ice is on my chest
she said, my water get her wet, i’m just like nike bout a check
these bullets make him keith sweat, psycho tatted on my neck
e be trolling all the opps, these boys right here don’t pose a threat

- kyng kilo lyrics

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