Polo G – Flex (feat. Juice WRLD) Lyrics

Polo G – Flex (feat. Juice WRLD) Lyrics
Flex
Polo G (feat. Juice WRLD)
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    "Flex." - Polo G (feat. Juice WRLD)

    Album: THE GOAT
    Track No: 04

    Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm (Hit-Boy)
    Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
    Natural born hustler, ****, stuntin' is my strong suit
    Flexin' with a hundred cash, look at what these songs do
    Gangster and a baller, baby, I do what I want to
    I be with some steppers, I don't care 'bout what you gon' do
    Wet shit like the Warriors, all my **** gon' shoot
    He gon' have to take a loss, some my **** gone, too
    I know a bad bitch and I'm who she belong to
    I just picked a Cuban up from Wafi, bitch, these stones new
    Dolce & Gabbanas on my feet and these my favorite pair
    Got a lot to lose, still can't be scared to take it there
    I was in them slums, shit get dreadful like some Haitian hair
    I come from that zoo, it's just cobras, pigs, and apes in there
    1300 block, bitch, I caught my last cases there
    Ain't no second chances in this shit, so we can't play it fair
    Foenem line shit like a barber, Glock knock off his facial hair
    Caught him lackin' in his whip, they tryna find his face in there
    Lil Hop Out, he stay on go, bitch, all he know is green light
    Let off shots with accuracy, showed 'em what that beam like
    Posted by that liquor store, was sellin' what the fiends like
    Used to wake up in low income, now, I live a dream life
    Natural born hustler, ****, stuntin' is my strong suit
    Flexin' with a hundred cash, look at what these songs do
    Gangster and a baller, baby, I do what I want to
    I be with some steppers, I don't care 'bout what you gon' do
    Wet shit like the Warriors, all my **** gon' shoot
    He gon' have to take a loss, some my **** gone, too
    I know a bad bitch and I'm who she belong to
    I just picked a Cuban up from Wafi, bitch, these stones new
    Bury me like a pharaoh with this money and my gold, too
    Keep a shooter in there, try to rob me, this the wrong tomb
    I hit Johnny Dang and mixed the diamonds with the gold tooth
    The FN sing a song like it's the leader of a soul group
    Don't come 'round here like we friends, you know I don't know you
    You know I got demons, allow me to show you
    Lately, I been on the road (Yeah) Show after show
    I know I'm makin' all the opps mad back home
    Been a while since I had to dial from a trap phone
    See you later, alligator, quite a while, crocodile, we gone
    Pray to God that my money stay long
    Also prayin' for good aim for when the devil try to go
    Natural born hustler, ****, stuntin' is my strong suit
    Flexin' with a hundred cash, look at what these songs do
    Gangster and a baller, baby, I do what I want to
    I be with some steppers, I don't care 'bout what you gon' do
    Wet shit like the Warriors, all my **** gon' shoot
    He gon' have to take a loss, some my **** gone, too
    I know a bad bitch and I'm who she belong to
    I just picked a Cuban up from Wafi, bitch, these stones new

    Writer(s): Taurus Bartlett, Chauncey Hollis, Jarad A. Higgins, Chris Madine & Dustin James Corbett.

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