Juice WRLD, Polo G - Flex lyrics

Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm (Hit-Boy)
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm

Natural born hustler, nigga
Stuntin' is my strong suit
Flexin' with a hundred cash
 look at what these songs do
Gangster and a baller, baby
 I do what I want to
I be with some steppers
 I don't care 'bout what you gon' do
Wet shit like the Warriors
All my niggas gon' shoot
He gon' have to take a loss
Some my niggas gone too
I know a bad bitch and I'm who she belong to
I just picked a Cuban up from Wafi, bitch
These stones new

Dolce & Gabbanas on my feet
And these my favorite pair
Got a lot to lose
Still can't be scared to take it there
I was in them slums
Shit get dreadful like some Haitian hair
I come from that zoo
It's just cobras, pigs, and apes in there
1300 block, bitch
I caught my last cases there
Ain't no second chances in this shit
So we can't play it fair
Foenem line shit like a barber
Glock knock off his facial hair
Caught him lackin' in his whip
They tryna find his face in there
Lil Hop Out, he stay on go, bitch
All he know is green light
Let off shots with accuracy
Showed 'em what that beam like
Posted by that liquor store
Was sellin' what the fiends like
Used to wake up in low income
Now I live a dream life

Natural born hustler, nigga
Stuntin' is my strong suit
Flexin' with a hundred cash
Look at what these songs do
Gangster and a baller, baby
I do what I want to i be with some steppers
I don't care 'bout what you gon' do
Wet shit like the Warriors
All my niggas gon' shoot
He gon' have to take a loss
Some my niggas gone too
I know a bad bitch and I'm who she belong to
I just picked a Cuban up from Wafi, bitch
These stones new

Bury me like a pharaoh with this
Money and my gold too
Keep a shooter in there, try to rob me
This the wrong tomb
I hit Johnny Dang and mixed the
Diamonds with the gold tooth
The FN sing a song like it's
The leader of a soul group
Don't come 'round here like we friends
You know I don't know you
You know I got demons, allow me to show you
Lately, I been on the road
(yeah) , show after show
I know I'm makin' all the
Opps mad back home
Been a while since I had to
Dial from a trap phone
See you later, alligator, quite
A while, crocodile, we gone
Pray to God that my money stay long
Also prayin' for good aim for when
The devil try to go

Natural born hustler, nigga
Stuntin' is my strong suit
Flexin' with a hundred cash
Look at what these songs do
Gangster and a baller, baby
I do what I want to i be with some steppers
I don't care 'bout what you gon' do
Wet shit like the Warriors
All my niggas gon' shoot
He gon' have to take a loss
Some my niggas gone too
I know a bad bitch and I'm who she belong to
I just picked a Cuban up from Wafi, bitch
These stones new