Childish Gambino - We Flexin’ lyrics

Let me see you fucking bounce with it
Kay, ay, ay ay
Ay ay
Woo! Here we go

Nigga I'm tight like BVD
Nigga I'm sick like CDC
All my shit be classic
Yours gets skipped like DVDs
This beat be droppin' acid
Do we have to tell 'em so?
Keysha got me percocets I'm chillin'
And it's hella dope
Tell 'em ho, I ain't Tebow
I don't pray for change
All I do is do it, I'm Nike
I'm drinking Gatorade
I got my hoodie so I gotta be a gangster
Why Geraldo Rivera look like a child molester
Heh, we the ill pandemic
Sick boy, nigga, yeah we royalty forever
All my G-O-O-Ns are well-spoken
One white guy, he's a classic token
Asses open, droppin' shit
Flashback, that's a hashtag
Man fuck down like a mersey
Smell these niggas like an armpit
I be in like David on
My avid baby making hit's
They be making white girls like
'Ye did Taylor Swift
Ain't that some shit, really though
Sealy Posturepedic ho
When she in my bed but she
Ain't haven't even seen a video
Now shoot that, who's that?
Roll up on niggas like fruit snacks
You better walk big Gambino but
You ain't got money
Motherfucker that's too bad
That's like - countin' fat
Stacks out in Harlem
That's like - fucking Kat
Stacks with no condom
Stupid, everybody out here needs to cool it
Rap stepfather
No more hanging in the pool shit
Niggas that I'm cool with
They don't need to show me
That Gambino girls are royalty now
Nigga that's an army! We like

We flexin', we flexin'
We flexin', baby run it back!
Woo, woo! We flexin', we flexin'

Street monsters, where the fuck is Gordon?
Maria I want to be puttin'
That thing on your daughter
Gambino brings the sushi
They doin' John Belushi
So stupid but they cutie so sue
Me if I get booty
That's Louis, Gucci or Prada
Bugatti bitches who holla
Wanna take Foxy out but I
Gotta be gettin' Donnas, like
"I'm an artist man" No y'all ain't!
Man fuck Photoshop, I'm in MS Paint!
Making circles with that circle thing
Gambino boy you murdering
Now I got this afro those
Cornrows were fuckin' hurting me
When you taking these girls up to Malibu
When the hot girl coming to a bug-a boo
I like my face when I'm under you
Screen Actors Guild with a "W" swag

We flexin', we flexin'
We flexin', baby run it back
We flexin', we flexin'
We flexin', baby run it back