[Chorus: Future, Lil Yachty & Playboi Carti]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo')
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo)
[Chorus: Future, Lil Yachty & Playboi Carti]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo')
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?)
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, yeah)
Go tell the cops (Flex up), 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)
Spray at your bitch (Bitch, bitch), she gave me face, yeah (Carti)
I sprayed at the opp, yeah, he got shot in his face (Yeah)
I'm on codeine (Yeah), I'm fallin' in love with codeine
I really be sippin' the lean (Yeah), I'm never sippin' the green (Yeah)
I'm doin' them drugs, mean, I'm doin' them drugs, mean
That white ho love me, that white bitch love me, hold on
[Chorus: Future & Playboi Carti]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Get it)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (You dig?)
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Six speeds, Bentleys, APs, that shit light
Two-piece, FNs, red dots, chop your height
His bitch posted us on her story, now he tight
My bitch, she know better, she do that and she might die
I was buyin' Birkins at eighteen (Yeah, yeah)
That's why she don't mind the B's, fuck you mean? (Woo)
My Spur fatal, rock 'em, cradle (Grrt)
I don't hang with brokes, I don't take advice (Boom)
Niggas snitchin', meet in person, feds tapped 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
Pill poppers, head doctor, she swallow it up, woah, woah, woah
Big as a Bronco, big-ass chopper, rings lightin' up, woah, woah, woah
Hella boppers suck me proper, like to gobble, woah, woah, woah
Richard Mille aquia, I'm flippin' that tilapia
Turn the temperature way up, they can't get in the way of us
Private invitational, but everyone is safe to come
Gotta make my haters mad, give 'em somethin' to talk about
Take a bitch from south of France, push her back to Waffle House
Murder on the case, I had to spazz, fuck her doggystyle
I don't know how to be a normal nigga, one thing I forgot
I got blood then on the floor, but now I ball like basketball (Burr)
[Chorus: Future]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Lambo')
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
[Outro: Future]
Bet you won't get no murders out me
(Big bands), woah, woah, woah
[Chorus: Future, Lil Yachty & Playboi Carti]
Flex up, strek, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo ')
Flex up, strek, big bands, woah, woah (Je graaft?)
Flex up, strek, big bands, woah, woah (Woo)
Flex up, strek, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Ja)
Flex up, strek, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex)
Flex up, strek, big bands, woah, woah, woah
[Post-Chorus: Future & Playboi Carti]
Wedden dat je geen nee moorden me (Moord, doodslag, ja)
Ga vertellen de politie (Flex-up), ik wed dat je geen nee moorden me
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Flex up, rekken up (Homicide), buigen tot (wat?), Rekken omhoog (Ja)
Flex up (Flex-up), rekken up (Rekken up), buigen up (Flex-up), rekken up (Je graaft?)
Stokken up, stokken up (Wat?), Stokken up, stokken omhoog (Ja)
Pak de K, ja (Wat?), Ik pak de Drac', ja (Slatt)
Spray op uw teef (Bitch, teef), ze gaf me aan te kijken, ja (Carti)
Ik gespoten op de opp, ja, werd hij doodgeschoten in zijn gezicht (Ja)
Ik ben op codeïne (Ja), ik ben Fallin' in love met codeïne
Ik heb echt sippin' de magere (Ja), ik ben nooit sippin' de groene (Ja) worden
Ik ben doin' hen drugs, bedoel, ik ben doin' hen drugs, gemiddelde
Dat witte ho liefde me, dat witte teef liefde me, hold on
[Chorus: Future & Playboi Carti]
Flex up, strek, big bands, woah, woah (Get it)
Flex up, strek, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Je graaft?)
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Zes snelheden, Bentleys, AP, die shit licht
Tweedelig, FNs, rode stippen, hak je lengte
Zijn teef geplaatst ons op haar verhaal, nu is hij strak
My bitch, ze weten wel beter, ze dat doen en ze zou sterven
Ik was buyin' Birkins op achttien (Yeah, yeah)
Dat is waarom ze het niet erg vindt de B's, fuck bedoel je? (Woo)
Mijn Spur fataal, rock 'em, cradle (Grrt)
Ik hang niet met Brokes, ik heb geen advies in te winnen (Boom)
Niggas snitchin', persoonlijk te ontmoeten, FBI afgeluisterd bro apparaat
Bracht een kwart als een potter, bal als Jerry Rice
[Chorus: Future]
Flex up, strek, big bands, woah, woah
Flex up, strek, big bands, woah, woah
[Post-Chorus: Future & Lil Yachty]
Wedden dat je geen nee moorden me
Ga vertellen de politie, ik wed dat je geen nee moorden me
Wedden dat je geen nee moorden me
Ga vertellen de politie (Ja), ik wed dat je geen nee moorden me (Go)
[Verse 3: Future]
Flip-flop, drop-top, swap uit, vier-deurs Rolls
Pil poppers, hoofd arts, ze slikken het op, woah, woah, woah
Groot als een Bronco, big-ass chopper, ringen lightin' up, woah, woah, woah
Hella boppers zuigen me de juiste, was gelijk slok op, woah, woah, woah
Richard Mille Aquia, ik ben Flippin' dat tilapia
Draai de temperatuur naar boven, kunnen ze niet in de weg van ons
Privé voor genodigden, maar iedereen is veilig om te komen
Gotta maak mijn haters gek, geef ze iets om over te praten
Neem een teefje uit het zuiden van Frankrijk, duwen haar terug naar Waffle House
Murder on the geval, ik moest spazz, fuck haar doggystyle
Ik weet niet hoe je een normale nigga zijn, één ding ben ik vergeten
Ik heb bloed dan op de grond, maar nu ben bal als basketbal (Burr)
[Chorus: Future]
Flex up, strek, big bands, woah, woah (Lambo ')
Flex up, strek, big bands, woah, woah, woah
Flex up, strek, big bands, woah, woah
Flex up, strek, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Vertel de politie)
Flex up, strek, big bands, woah, woah, woah
Flex up, strek, big bands, woah, woah, woah
[Outro: Future]
Wedden dat je geen nee moorden me
(Big bands), woah, woah, woah