Rich Flex-21 Savage, Drake Lyrics

“Rich Flex”

Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club

Pay for like ten nigga’ to get in, we crump, lit in this bitch, yeah

Know we walk around the world

(Body up, yuh, yuh)

Steppin’ not givin a damn ’bout where our feet land at

Yeah, get your ass mushed, smooshed (6ix)

Yeah, 21, the biggest

Put a nigga in the chicken wing, pussy

21

Can you do sum’ for me? (21)

Can you hit a lil’ rich flex for me? (21)

And 21, can you do somethin’ for me? (21, 21)

Drop some bars for my pussy ex to me

And 21 (21), can you do sum’ for me? (Yeah)

Can you talk to the opps necks for me? (Okay)

21, do your thing, 21, do your thing (21)

Do your thing, 21, do your thing

Yellow diamonds in the watch

This shit cost a lot

Never send a bitch your dot

That’s how you get shot

I DM in vanish mode, I do that shit a lot

Took her panties off and this bitch thicker than a plot

All my exes ain’t nothin’, them hoes busted

If my opps ain’t rappin’, they ass duckin’

You ain’t ready to pull the trigger, don’t clutch it

I know you on your period, baby, can you suck it?

I’m a savage (21)

Smack her booty and magic (21)

I’ll slap a pussy nigga with a ratchet (Pussy)

I might slap a tracker on his whip and get to addin’ (Pussy)

Don’t call me on Christmas Eve, bitch, call your daddy (21)

Bitch, call your uncle (21), bitch, don’t call me (21)

Always in my L, your hoe a freak (Fuck)

Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21)

Paid like an athlete, I got-

All you hoes

All of you hoes need to remember who y’all talking to

It’s the Slaughter Gang CEO

I got dick for you if I’m not working, girl

If I’m busy, then, fuck no

You need to find you someone else to call

When your bank account get low

You need to find you someone

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I’m on that slaughter gang shit

Ayy, murder gang shit

Ayy, slaughter gang shit

Ayy, murder gang shit

Ayy, sticks and stones, chrome on chrome

That’s just what a nigga on

Internet clones, got ’em kissin’ through the phone

Pussies clickin’ up so they don’t feel alone, ayy

Man niggas seein’ me, I’m young money CMB

I used to roll with CMG, the house is not a BNB

The bad bitches waitin’ on a nigga like I’m PnB

I’m steady pushing P, you niggas pushing PTSD

I told her ass to kiss me in the club, fuck a TMZ

I used to want a GMC, when world was doing BNE

We revvin’ up and goin’ on a run like the DMC

I later wait a full couple days then its “BRB!”

You rappers like askin’ if I fucked when you know we did

When you know we did

She came in heels, but she left out on her cozy shit

Ayy, I’m livin every twenty-four like Kobe did

Shoutout to the 6ix, R.I.P the 8’s

Swear this shit is getting ate, I’m on ten for the cake

Get a lot of love from twelve, but I don’t reciprocate

Fifty one divisions stay patrolling when it’s late

21 my addy so the knife is on the gate

All the dogs eating off a BACARA plate

Niggas see Drake and they underestimate

Take it from a vet, that’s a rookie ass mistake, ayy

Slaughter gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit, ayy

Slaughter gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit, ayy

(Slaughter gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit, ayy)

(And you got ’em)

Boy, look, you the motherfucking man

Boy, you, ooh, you is the man, yeah man!

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