Текст Soulja Boy – Flexin

Shorty she my fan, met er on Instagram
Shorty she my fan, met er on Instagram

I go crazy with that set, wutchu know about it?
I go crazy with that check, wutchu know about it?

Turn up, turn up, turn up
Pullin up, fresh as fuck from head to toe
Goddamn, Soulja Boy done stole yo ho
I hit the stage, 30 deep we going in
I done made it rain, I’m spillin gin
Poured up in the cup, I got dirty Sprite
Wavy sippin on this lean all day and night
Splash smoking on this kush, got me feelin right (I’m gone)
Choppa in the closet, you don’t wanna fight (salute)
Niggas getting mad cause we steady guapin
SOD, Money Gang, it ain’t no stopping
And these niggas getting mad cause they shit floppin
And they niggas getting mad cause they bitch jokin
Pulled up to the club, I got her pussy poppin
You’s a goon, bust a goon to a fuckin garbage
SOD Gang, we got no problems
Ye ain’t worried, ain’t worried, we ain’t got no problems

Pulled up to the club and a nigga flexin
Pulled up to the trap and a nigga flexin
Everywhere I go, young nigga flexin

Yea I’m flexin, 50 on my necklace
Wutchu sayin? Bottles in my session
Bitches everywhere, kush everywhere
Money everywhere, Swerve off in McLaren
Damn Dre guap, Dre rodeo show
Hundred K on every day, that’s what I call guap
This shit won’t stop, yo bitch won’t stop textin

Everybody I wake up and I’m flexin
Yea I’m flexin, yea I’m flexin
Yea I’m flexin, yea I’m flexin
Top down, going crazy, hell yea I’m flexin
Top down, driving fast, hell yea I’m flexin
Yea I’m flexin, yea I’m flexin
Yea I’m flexin, yea I’m flexin
Top down, going fast, hell yea I’m flexin
Top down, going crazy, yea I’m Soulja flexin

Pull up to the trap, I make one call
Walk inside the mall and I close the door
Hunnids in my pocket, yea we love to ball
Hell yea, Soulja ball til he fall
Got them 30’s on me if you wanna play
If you wanna play, shoot that nigga in his face
Ridin through my city like a fuckin race
Swerving through my city with that Louie case
Okay