yxnglyric - Flex on who? Lyrics

Yeah, you know what it is
More money, no problems, no drama
I heard a couple wack bitches want my neck
But it's the same couple bitches poppin' cats

Wait it's the same wack bitches with no checks
Bitches ain't mean nothin' to me, ho, I am the flex, what
I heard a couple wack bitches came to flex on who
No competition, cause a bitch gon' lose

I heard a couple wack bitches poppin' pussy for views
All that dick ain't even got you a boo
I hear a lot of shit, bitches never slick
Two boo's gonna get your pussy, not the shit

City girl who a hundred bodies never lit
Many men a hundred dicks, they all the same after they hit (go get some money bitch)
I hear the rumors, you hoes must hate me
Allegations on my pussy, you had to of raped me

For the streets, no, you ain't from the streets, don't press me
You fellas is crazy and your money is lazy
You gotta pay the fee to f*ck with me
That's why you hoes is mad with no money

You just don't wanna be, that ain't a G
A little bummy, bitch, who caps on me,ha
This ain't what you want, I'm too lit
And why the f*ck would I want you, you ain't shit

Ain't got receipts, there ain't no proof of what I did
You talkin' bout my pussy, cause you mad, you never hit, ha!
I'm big pressure and my bitches only goin' up
Your only goal is getting pussy, can't even f*ck

Your pockets empty, talkin' low, your money's low enough
Always tryna diss like you ain't ugly, never made the cut
Look, I ain't really tryna sneak this
But miss me with that word around town, weak shit

I ain't the hoe, you know your homie wanna eat this
And if we bein' real, you don't run no streets, bitch
I'm pullin' both the genders, you could call me Young Ma
You say you from the ghetto, ain't no ratatata

Talkin' bout ridin' for homies, but ain't even got a car
Tryna violate, remember who you are
I'm not phased, I'm not beefin' with a bitch that's broke
You can pay me if you want this smoke

I'm runnin' circles, round' these bitches, did this shit on my own
I want the money, bitches bummy, it's shown
I hate a pretty bitch who thinks she run shit
Or a thotty hoe who thinks she run dick

Or a baby mama think I want her baby daddy
But he is the bro, girl, he'll never f*ck this
I'm just a get money bitch, get money sis
Ain't worried bout no dick, I know they all just wanna hit

Why you women always stressed about a hoe
Always lurkin' on my page, you forgetin' they the bros
Hold up, I'm the realest, never really been on f*ck shit
A bunch of lies, why you add me to your f*ck list

Look how you look, how you broke, and you ugly
Out here cappin' on my name, on my mama, that's some dumb shit
Respect the hustle, I'm legit
Been done' this rappin' shit for years

Been kept a humble since a kid
Mo' money, no problems, yeah, that's what I represent, huh
You said you comin' for my neck
But it's because you bitches pressed

You know Young Lyric be the best, most hated in the city
Bitch, I say it with my chest
I heard a couple wack bitches want my neck
But it's the same couple bitches poppin' cats

Wait it's the same wack bitches with no checks
Bitches ain't mean nothin' to me, hoe, I am the flex, what
I heard a couple wack bitches want my neck
But it's the same couple bitches poppin' cats

Wait it's the same wack bitches with no checks
Bitches ain't mean nothin' to me, hoe, I am the flex, what