Текст песни: Flexing on Purpose + перевод

I got Lil Uzi on the track

Ayy, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi

21 Savage, where you at?

Ayy, slime

Hahaha

Fam Goon shit (Ayy)

Fam Goon shit (Ayy)

Fam Goon shit (Ayy)

Um, yeah, I’m flexin' on purpose, ayy

That bitch, she get on my nerves, ayy

I move that work like the first, ayy

Jump in a foreign, I skrrt, yeah

I’m flexin' on purpose, ayy

That bitch, she get on my nerves, ayy

I move that work like the first, ayy

Jump in a foreign, I skrrt, yeah

I do not need that little ho, ayy

Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ayy

Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah

Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah

You know your bitch is my ho, ayy

Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ayy

You know your bitch is my ho, ayy

Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, ayy

I cannot ever be celibate

I cop more shots than the president

I got some shit they can never get

I been some places they never been

I asked 'em never compare me to rappers

I don’t need the hassle, you know I’m a trapper

You what I’m after, you know I’ma get it

They said I couldn’t but nigga I did it

Do you remember them callin' me trash?

Now I got trash bags of cash

I done got over more bumps than the rash

I can put all of these niggas on blast

I might not never get signed

I won’t drop a dime that ain’t on my kind

Tell 'em that I’m never retirin'

That shit is declined, I am on my grind

I got your bitch, she said that I’m better

She want me to settle

You bought her some shoes

She not Cinderella, you gotta do better

That pussy be raining, I bring the umbrella

I kept it 100 since we been together

She know I’m the realest, you ain’t gotta tell her

I’m flexin' on purpose, you niggas is jealous

Uhm, ya, I’m flexin' on purpose

Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves

Aye, I move that work like the first

Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah

I’m flexin' on purpose, aye

Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves

Aye, I move that work like the first

Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah

I do not need that little ho, aye

Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye

Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah

Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah

You know your bitch is my ho, aye

Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye

You know your bitch is my ho, aye

Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye

Bitch dab, dab

I’m on Miley Ave

Pull up in a cab (skrrt)

Stop in the plug for a slab

But not while the dope in the lab

I fuck me a bitch in the cab

I’m drinkin' on lean and my crown

I put ice on all of my styles, yeah

Donovan money McNabb

Like the Joker I laugh

Big old mink like a lamb

Jaden and Willow, I am

Hold up, ho-ho-ho, hold up

Geeked up motor and cam

Ice on water like damn

So forever with some grams

I’m a different little species

I know they wanna be me

I want green like a kiwi

Great ménage, shout out Beanie

Clip the water like genies

And my lawyers gon' free me

Fuck her out that bikini

Ho don’t say it unless you mean me

Uhm, ya, I’m flexin' on purpose

Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves

Aye, I move that work like the first

Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah

I’m flexin' on purpose, aye

Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves

Aye, I move that work like the first

Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah

I do not need that little ho, aye

Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye

Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah

Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah

You know your bitch is my ho, aye

Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye

You know your bitch is my ho, aye

Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye

Kick that little bitch to the curb

Treat that little bitch like a bird

Little bitch you know I’m about action

Little bitch you know I’m a verb

I chase after bands and I tackle

I hang around American gangster

Wright Street had me shackled

They caught me with green, now they call me a Packer

Forgi’s on the 'Vette, stagger

In my face I got a dagger

I catch your bitch and I’ma bag her

Get that mouth and bend her backwards

Get that mouth and then it’s over

I grab that fork and beat the soda

I want money like I’m HOVA (Jay Z!)

VVS’s cause they colder

VVS’s cause they colder

Please don’t try to race cause you gon' blow your motor

Made a million off of fuckin' Motorola

Tryna make a million nigga, beat the bowl up

Diamonds sick, nigga, like they got Ebola

Me and Ralo ball like Stephen, Kyle Korver

Tryna get a hundred pounds across the border

Fam Goon nigga, don’t get slaughtered

Uhm, ya, I’m flexin' on purpose

Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves

Aye, I move that work like the first

Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah

I’m flexin' on purpose, aye

Aye, that bitch, she get on my nerves

Aye, I move that work like the first

Aye, jump in a foreign, I skrt, yeah

I do not need that little ho, aye

Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye

Look at my chain, it like snow, yeah

Dick in her throat, now she burp, yeah

You know your bitch is my ho, aye

Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye

You know your bitch is my ho, aye

Kick that lil' bitch to the curb, aye

Fam Goon shit (yeah)

Fam Goon shit (yeah)

Fam Goon shit (yeah)

Fam Goon shit

Fam Goon, nigga don’t get slaughtered