Lyrics I Won't Flex - Young Nudy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Goddamn, a hundred thousand)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(20Rocket on the beat so it gon′ knock)
Yeah, nigga
Yeah
Yeah
I'm flexin′ on purpose (yeah)
I'm flexin' on purpose (yeah)
I′m flexin′ on purpose (know I'm flexin′)
I'm flexin′ on purpose (know I'm flexin′)
I know they wanna murder me (wanna murder me)
I know they wanna murder me (wanna murder me)
I got shooters that protect that money (I got shooters)
I got shooters that protect the money (I got shooters)
I'ma die about this shit, nigga, yeah (I'ma die)
I′ma die about this shit, nigga, yeah (I′ma die)
I got shooters, shootin', shootin′ somethin' (shootin′, shootin')
Yeah, they shootin′, shootin', shootin', shootin′, shootin′ somethin' (they shootin′)
Got the stick, that stick, that Draco,
Draco, shoot off nothin' (uh-huh, yeah)
Hundred rounds, hundred rounds blow that block down (yeah)
Hundred rounds, hundred rounds, blow his block down (yeah)
Nigga eyein′ like they knew 'em, send him out stretched (no cap)
Nigga, I am the truth, better act right (no cap)
Nigga, I got my mothafuckin′ sack right (yeah)
In the mothafuckin' coupe, don't know how to act right (yeah)
Drop the top on that roof, damn, that′s right (yeah)
And a bad bitch passenger seat, that′s right (damn)
And she suck me up while a nigga take flight (yeah)
I'm flexin′ on purpose (okay)
I'm flexin′ on purpose (okay)
I know they wanna murder me (they wanna what?)
I know they wanna murder me (I know they do)
I got shooters that protect that money (I got them shooters)
I got shooters that protect the money (I got them shooters)
I'ma die about this shit, nigga, yeah (yeah, I′ma die)
I'ma die about this shit, nigga
Hit the gas, hit the metal
I won't pass on the metal (I won′t)
And you know I got that gun
And that bitch that heavy metal
And you know I keep my favorite,
Yeah, it′s a Glizzy (it's a Glizzy), yeah
Glizzy, Glizzy with extension, yeah
Bullshit, you know I′m with it (with it), yeah
Kill shit, no feelings, yeah
Big dawg on a mission (that money)
On the grind, tryna shine (yeah)
Like a star, it's so far, (yeah) in the roof in the car
In the bed, suck my balls, yeah, yeah
I got racks in the safe and this shit put away
Just in case a rainy day, yeah, yeah
Okay
I′m flexin' on purpose (okay)
I′m flexin' on purpose (okay)
I know they wanna murder me (they wanna what?)
I know they wanna murder me (I know they do)
I got shooters that protect that money (I got them shooters)
I got shooters that protect the money (I got them shooters)
I'ma die about this shit, nigga, yeah (yeah, I′ma die)
I′ma die about this shit, nigga (yeah, I'ma die)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah