I'm flexin

I'm flexin
(T.I.)
Yeah, it’s the King cuh
You know my demo, Maybach, no limo, homes
I’m sacked up, too
I don’t know what them folk doin’
I’m flexin’, tho’, patna
There it go, K.R.I.T.!

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?
(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don’t do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down
I wear strivers row my Louis ho
AKOO be matching my kicks, bitch
Paparazzi everywhere I go
Got cameras all in my business
I rep the town, hold it down
Cruise all around in my old school
My speakers loud and my reefer too
I ain’t speaking, bitch, do you know you?
Feds want me back behind that wall
I’ts the only place that I can’t go
I’m focused dog, I ain’t with that f*** shit
Think it’s sweet but ain’t thought
I’m tried and true when I’m riding throunght
I ain’t hidin they can just hate me
My top is down and my pockets fat
And my diamonds clearer than HD

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?
(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don’t do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down
I rep he west of that A like this
Zone 1 I’m talkin’ about Bankhead
Still in the trap like a goddamn brick
Cause I love the hood, the king ain’t dead
My houstle grand my money long
My spot on top, bitch I want that
My position vacant, my crown await
My throne is empty, I own that
Folks to Kirkwood and Ben Hill too
Summerhill to Pittsburghand all that
Real goons will ride with me too Timbuktu
I ain’t Gucci dude but you called that
Marietta, east point to ole nat L
Riverdale to center hill all day
Decatur to simpson road zone 4
4th ward, nniga f*** with me always

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?
(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don’t do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down
Them so-called dope boys ain’t sold enough
OGs ain’t old enough
MCs aint’ dope enough
I still split your coconut
You so-so, I like that
Tight workbounce right back
Make room for you bitch, dawg
Nigga go on get off my sack
That loud pack I blow big
Always stunt so big
Please don’t get it wrong homie
Or them Gs gon bust your wig
The A is mine, no questions asked
The king home, bitch the best is back
My swag is turnt just like my sack
I’m flexin’ shawty who’s stopping that?

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?
(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don’t do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down
(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?
(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don’t do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down
Okay, man,
you don’t see what’s in yo’ face, big dog?
Yeah, man, big thanks, no whammies, dog,
you understand that?
Yeah, doin’ real, I’m talkin’ ‘bout real porper,
Patna?
You understand that?
I got that sack, bruh!
Prison ain’t changed shit, homeboy
You understand that?
Rubber bands on deck, guess why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., les’t do this shit one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it goin’ down
Mississippi stand up