Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
PIERCE
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austin Guerra
Songwriter
Lyrics
Don’t get it twisted hoe
Oh my, you mad
Say what, so sad
That was, yo bitch
Oh shit, my bad
Tough break, poor lad
Good God, so sad
That was, yo bitch
Oh shit, my bad
How was I supposed to know
I’m bout to walk out this bitch with ya woman
You in the club with no women
My **** that shit ain’t my problem
She might be a dime
She more like the kind that show up in dozen
Now end the discussion
Switch the approach
Light up the roach
Pass the L
I’m doing the most
I’m higher than first class ****
You ain’t even coach
I’m higher than first class ****
The fuck do you want
Flex, Flex, Flex
Yeah Yeah
Flex, Flex, Flex
Yeah Yeah
Flex, Flex, Flex
Yeah Yeah
Flex, Flex, Flex
Turn it up
Flex (Flex) Flex (Flex)
Flex (Flex) Flex (Flex)
Bitch
Flex too hard, don’t know none else
Flex too hard, don’t know none else
Flexing, flex, I flex, I flex
Flexing, flex, I flex, I flex
Fuck it I’m on one now
Look at my wrist 1 thou
Look at my neck 2 thou
Look at my bitch booyow
Fuck it I’m on one now
Look at my wrist 1 thou
Look at my neck 2 thou
Look at my bitch booyow
Yeah, You buying you them rounds
You cramping my style
I buy up the bar (I bar up the bar)
Your girl at my house
I’m kicking her out
Please come get your broad (please come get your broad)
She all in my ear
She talking it off
Don’t like her no more (don’t like her no more)
The Fuck do you want (the fuck do you want)
Just come pick her up (come pick her up)
The Uber too much (the uber too much)
She said you got work in the morning
My **** I don’t give a fuck
Just come pick her up
She killing my buzz (she killing my buzz)
She talking about feelings
And **** I really ain’t feeling it much
Flex, Flex, Flex
Yeah Yeah
Flex, Flex, Flex
Yeah Yeah
Flex, Flex, Flex
Yeah Yeah
Flex, Flex, Flex
Turn it up
Flex (Flex) Flex (Flex)
Flex (Flex) Flex (Flex)
Bitch
Send it
Written by: Austin Guerra
