Flex Up
[Intro: Future & Playboi Carti]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Lambo)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?)
[Chorus: Future & Lil Yachty]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
[Post-Chorus: Future & Playboi Carti]
Bet you won’t get no murders out me (Homicide, homicide)
Go tell the cops (Homicide), I bet you won’t get no murders out me
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Flex up, racks up (Homicide)
Flex up (What?), racks up (Yeah)
Flex up (Flex up), racks up (Racks up)
Flex up (Flex up), racks up (You dig?)
Sticks up, sticks up (What?)
Sticks up, sticks up (Yeah)
Pick up the K, yeah (What?)
I pick up the Drac’, yeah (Slatt)
Spread your b**ch (b**ch, b**ch)
She gave me face, yeah (Carti)
I sprayed at the opp, yeah (Talkin’ ’bout)
He got shot in his face (Yeah)
I’m on codeine (Yeah), I’m falling in love with codeine
I really be sippin’ the lean (Yeah)
I’m never sippin’ the green (Yeah)
I’m doin’ them drugs, mean (Blatt)
I’m doin’ them drugs, mean (Blatt)
That white ho love me
That white b**ch love me, hold on
[Chorus: Future & Playboi Carti]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Get it, yeah)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty & Playboi Carti]
Six speeds, Bentleys, APs, that sh*t light (Light)
Two piece, FN’s (Yeah), red dots, chop yo’ height
His b**ch posted us on her story, now he tight
My b**ch, she know better, she do that and she might die
I was buying Birkins at 18 (Yeah, yeah)
That’s why she don’t mind a b**ch, f**k you mean? (Woo)
My spurt, fatal, rock ’em, cradle (Grrt)
I don’t hang with brokes, I don’t take advice (Grrt, boom)
Niggas snitching me, them percs will face tap bro device
Spent a quarter like a hoarder, ball like Jerry Rice
[Chorus: Future]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah
[Post-Chorus: Future & Lil Yachty]
Bet you won’t get no murders out me
Go tell the cops, I bet you won’t get no murders out me
Bet you won’t get no murders out me
Go tell the cops (Yeah), I bet you won’t get no murders out me (Go)
[Verse 3: Future]
Flip flop, drop top, swap out, four door Rolls (Bet you won’t)
Big poppers, [?] doctor, she swallow it up, woah, woah, woah (Bet you won’t get no murders out me)
Big ass Ford Bronco, big ass chopper rings like no, woah, woah, woah (Bet)
Hella boppers, suck me poppa, like to gobble, woah, woah, woah (Mur-mur-mur)
Richard Mille, Acquia, I’m flippin it, Tilapia
Turn the temperature way up, they can’t get in the way of us (I bet you)
[?] invitational, but everyone is safe to come
Gotta make my haters mad, give ’em something to talk about
Take a b**ch from south of France, push her back to Waffle House
Murder hornet case, I had to spazz, f**k her doggystyle
I don’t know how to be a normal nigga, one thing I forgot
I got blood [?] on the Foreign, but now I ball like basketball
[Outro: Future]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Tell the cops)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
Bet you won’t get no murders out me, (Big bands) woah, woah woah
