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Young Pisces

"Flex On Purpose (Freestyle)"

That bih swallow di*k like a cough drop
On the block
Pull up to the spot
In a drop top (yea)
Counting this guala
It’s that blue cheese
Ain’t no cheddar
Diamonds so clear like the weather
They talking sh*t it’s whatever
I am so cold like December
Icy Pisces got cold shoulders
She gave me brain in a Rover
In the morning like some Foldgers

My n*ggas ball like the Lakers
Out in LA on a pager
Out In Atlanta with Drama
Dropped a mixtape and made commas
I might just f*ck on your momma
She got upset I ain’t called her
Your girl dropped you and I caught her
I dropped your girl for a model
I pop the top like a bottle
I got a side b*tch in Toronto
Cut a b*tch off like I'm Zorro
You smoke the mids like equator
Tony Hawk, I am Pro Skater
Counting up all of this paper
Private jet out to Chicago
Hard in the paint like Picasso
Rollie watch it ain’t a Fossil
All of you n*ggas imposters
You ain’t my son you a daughter
She call me daddy, no father
223 shots to your collar
Bullets hit you in the neck
I never know what comes next
Money so big it could flex
Money old like a T-Rex
You’d think it grew on a tree
b*tches ain’t special to me
I cannot f*ck with a tease
I do not f*ck with police
I stack my bread with the cheese
f*ck that b*tch once then I leave
I might pass her to the team
I was so gone off the pills
In my new house in the hills
I got that right from a deal
26 all on my rims
And my bag blue like the Benz
2 thots right up in the whip
I might put that right on her hip
Pull out and bust on her tits
Drive by, I empty the clip
Ima go shoot up your house
Woodgrain thats all on my grip
You not a rat, you a mouse
I lost control of my drip
I might take off with your spouse
That means I left with your b*tch
I can’t do this for the clout
Did it so I could get rich
Feed my whole family and sh*t
I need to sign to the biz
Industry kid
Flickin and whippin the bricks
Trappin was how I got lit

[Chorus]

Yea, what?
Diamonds flex on purpose
You ain’t special, you ain’t popping
Boy your efforts worthless
Goyard bags full gf hundreds
Haters call them purses
Off the white on the block like I work at Churches

Yea, what?
Diamonds flex on purpose
You ain’t special, you ain’t popping
Boy your efforts worthless
Goyard bags full gf hundreds
Haters call them purses
Off the white on the block like I work at Churches

[Outro]


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