Polo G – Flex Lyrics

Polo G – Flex Lyrics
Polo G – Flex Lyrics

Polo G – Flex Lyrics. Flex By Polo G

Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
(Hit-Boy)
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm

Natural born hustler, n—-, stuntin’ is my strong suite
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 s— like the Warriors, all my n—– gon’ shoot
He gon’ have to take a loss or my n—– goin’ to
I know a bad b—- and I’m who she belong to
I just picked the Cuban up from wifey, b—-, these stones new

Dolce & Gabbanas on my feet, these my favorite pair
Got a lot to lose still can’t be scared take it there
I was in them slumps, s— get dreadful like some Haitain hair
I come from that zoo, it’s just cobras, pigs and apes in there
1300 block, b—-, I caught my last cases there
Ain’t no second chances in this s—, so we can’t play it fair
Fonem rack s— like a barber, Glock gon’ knock off his facial hair
Caught him lackin’ in his whip, they tryna find his face in there
Lil’ hopped out, he stay on go, b—-, all he know is green light
Let off shots with accuracy, show them what that beam like
Posted ’bout that liqour store, sellin’ what the fiends like
Used to wake up in low income now I live a dream life

Natural born hustler, n—-, stuntin’ is my strong suite
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 s— like the Warriors, all my n—– gon’ shoot
He gon’ have to take a loss or my n—– goin’ to
I know a bad b—- and I’m who she belong to
I just picked the Cuban up from wifey, b—-, these stones new

[Juice WRLD:] Grab me like a pharoah, with this money is my go-to
Keep a shooter and they tried to rob me, this the wrong tune
I hit Johnny Dang and next to diamonds with the gold tooth
The FN sing a song like it’s the leader of a soul crew
Don’t come ’round here like weed friends who know I don’t know you
You know I got demons, allow me to show you
Lately I been on a roll, yeah, show after show
I know I’m makin’ all the opps mad back home
Been a while since I had to dial from the trap phone
See you later alligator, quite a while crocodile, we gone
Pray to God my money stay long, also pray for good aim
When the Devil tryna go

Natural born hustler, n—-, stuntin’ is my strong suite
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 s— like the Warriors, all my n—– gon’ shoot
He gon’ have to take a loss or my n—– goin’ to
I know a bad b—- and I’m who she belong to
I just picked the Cuban up from wifey, b—-, these stones new

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