DEVILCRY

(It's... Yung Flex)

I know all these niggas mad as shit
I'm in my bag and shit
Don't know why niggas try when I exist
They must be masochists
I make the devil cry
I feel like Dante, hack 'n' slash his shit
Yung Bobby Labonte to the racks
I'm going fast as shit, like, ugh

I got your paycheck in my 'wood
And I ain't passing it
I pull up like what's good?
Whip out that drum, look like it's flashing tits
Do him like he moving
I just might fuck 'round and pack his shit
Don't press your luck, cause I don't give no fucks
Like I was abstinent
Smoking zips just like a folder, bitch
I'm way too in my mode and shit
I'm killing all these niggas
I'm just tryna meet my quota, bitch
In this bitch with blicks
Pop out that holster, he like "Holy shit!"
I heard he wan' throw fists
I ain't no bitch, told brodie hold the stick
Said I might spazz on that nigga ass
Know these niggas mad
Bitch it's Flex
Not that good at math, but I run to the cash
I need checks
Fuck a quarter sack, I need more than that
Smoking presh
Nigga run it back like a running back, bitch who next?

I know all these niggas mad as shit
I'm in my bag and shit
Don't know why niggas try when I exist
They must be masochists
I make the devil cry
I feel like Dante, hack 'n' slash his shit
Yung Bobby Labonte to the racks
I'm going fast as shit, like, ugh
(Shini Gang Shit)