Love 2 Flex - QueeN TookiE

I weren't outside twiddling thumbs I was really outside tryna fiddle with drums (Uh-uh) Yeah, I know about pain cah I been in the slums (Yes, yes) On smoke when I'm with all my bros And I still keep it G on my ones (Uh-uh) Loaded guns, I've been on that block with loaded ones (Grr, baow) Free all the homies doin' up life Real life, nigga, you don't wanna lose your life No hype, nigga, you don't want hype Free J, free Grips one time (Free 'em) All the get back's home due time My friends do it on sight Nigga, how you gon' take man's shine? Don't get it twisted 'cause of the music (Don't) I still bruck shot like Teddy (Boom) I was out tryna ching man's chest and belly (Ching) Beat that mash like a fuckin' jezzie (Beat that) I got a cutie in pum pum shorts (Yes) She just wanna take D up in her belly (All up in her—, all up in her) We up on the board by many (Too much points) Opp blocks, it was mask on my face like Freddy (Mask on my face) I seen bare man shake like jelly (Yes, yes) All of that talk gets boring, prove it (Prove it) Get the drop then go get ready (Get the drop) War, man's ready Get the bro's, man's air, man's ready Them man, we don't penny (No) But they pour that Henny (Yeah, yeah) She wanna be my baby (Yeah) But I fell in love with reddies (Yeah) Free JB, on your block like Jenny Car tryna speshy and boss eye headie (That way, that way) Far from petty, gang slid on the L and got R, not Kelly (Woi, woi) Swish or dunk on punks, man get real close, I don't know about sweaties (Woof, woof) You get me? Five man deep in this ride, get sweaty Tekky, we don't really fuck with many (No) Ready to crash on any (Boo) Brown one, she a wetty (Bad one) Watch this bad one come to the deli (Come to the deli) And bro's got the lengest of food, no deli's (Peng) GB's, man shelly (Get back) We done shut down shows already (Yes) Beef, got plenty but man's ready Man's still got a grip that's steady (Grip that, drop that) Cute and feisty (Yes) Big batty, she ain't got no belly (Fat as fuck) This L pack come quiet Biscotti when I smoke that zeggie (Loud as fuck) Run man down and ching it (Yes) Do it like I did it already (Uh-uh) BIll that after I count up racks (Rackers) Wake and bake, I ain't had no brekkie Right now, man's high But I'm tryna get higher (Woi) Liar (Uh), pants on fire (Yeah) Bro bro back that frier (Woi) And let that sing like Mariah Don't take the mick like Danny Dyer Go down, minor, minor (Woi) Well-known rider Little bit of fame, don't let it excite ya (Grr) Back that blade and knife for any little ting that's tryna get hyper I ain't been no typer Fly OT, lick shots like Schneider Tied down, me and them man can't size up My mind's up, I don't like them man either

Oh, we might die for this shit, nigga Uh, might go down for this shit, nigga Gang, gang bangin' that Crip shit Niggas said cuz in the first grade In the shade where the cops can't see us Eighteen, tryna dodge the cage It was cool 'til that gang sweep Now I'm in back of a van And my wrists got a band Got a number for a name No name on the Visa, no card get accepted Now I'm forced to a man Murder raps, where you from? Put the nigga on his pockets Watch the COs, they be watchin' County news for the hustle County spread for the muscle Couple marks on my knuckles Puttin' niggas on bunk status Shoulda been with the bitch ass Now he on a mattress that we bench press PC, get the Fruit Loops Keep tellin' on niggas Why I fuck with that nigga? Nigga made bail but I'm still at rage Should I thank God for the hell I raised? Cause the nigga that snitch is gonna feel that grave Like, ain't nothin' to a locc, huh? Went missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know, huh? They ain't show up to the court, huh? But then charges gotta go, huh? A young nigga back on Fig H-crown on wig Shoe strings say where I'm from On probation and got my gun Other side goin' for that thumb Motherfucker, I'm gangbanging Nigga I'm blue'd up, blue Chucks Blue tee, nigga I keep it G Nigga, in the streets is where I be I'm up like breakfast while niggas sleep Me and Floyd posted on Fig Getting it in and movin' it out Getting it in and movin' it out I'm holdin' the heat, he's watchin' the block I'm watchin' for cops, I'm holdin' these rocks Fiends keep comin', this shit don't stop When it's war time, niggas get popped We might die for this shit off tops My nigga gonna ride for this Crip, no lie But I ain't dead, yeah, nigga, thank God Money got niggas lookin' at me all odd Punk ass niggas better go get a job Run up on me wrong, bitch, nigga get popped I'm gon' ride for this shit, on Crip A nigga gon' die for this shit then trip 4/5th extendo, with fifty in the clip TF by my side, he stupid with this shit Q in the ride grippin' on the fifth Run up on me wrong My nigga, my nigga, my nigga, I'm gang banging Uh, might go down for this check, nigga Uh, I might die for this set, nigga I ain't trippin nigga, I ain't slippin' Niggas lyin' sayin' I ain't Crippin' Back to back, me and Tiny smack I said back to back, straight cups of 'gnac Niggas ask, what he signed for? I got an eight ball, I got a Rondo I got an AK when that bitch spray It's like pullin' strings on a lawnmower Last time I seen jail, nigga I was cell livin', getting mail in it I ain't even talkin' mail, nigga Pay-pals for the cell, nigga Hit the streets and cause hell, huh? School of hard knocks, fuck Yale, huh? See me and Traffic like a orca nigga And the black and whites love whale watch Front line like mailboxes 5-12, that's the numbers on it May first, May deuce, May twelfth, members only .45, no numbers on it Scratched down, I'm strapped down Might go down for this shit If I don't then I'm racked down Rank up there with Shaq crown I got a Benji button like Brad Pitt I press that, I'm gettin' rich I might go down for this shit We might die for this shit nigga Might go down for this shit nigga Gang, gang bangin' that Crip shit We might die for this shit nigga