Kyng Kilo - Flex The Best Lyrics

      

Flex The Best
by Kyng Kilo
feat. Jimmy Rocket

Intro
Whew, whew, whew, whew, whew, whew

 Brrrr Ba

 Whoa

Chorus
Hop up out the car with that 300, that's that blackout
He talkin' like he stupid, hit his block and he got papped out
That boy ain't no real gangster, I know the truth, but he gon' cop out
Lil' bitch want me for sex, I told that hoe to use your damn mouth
Lil' bitch, I flex the bitch, VV's ice is on my chest
She said, my water get her wet, I'm just like Nike bout a check
These bullets make him Keith Sweat, psycho tatted on my neck
E be trolling all the opps, thеse boys right here don't posе a threat

verse 1
I treat your bitch just like a pet, been cursed since birth, so I keep a tec
We aim for the face, no need for the vest, you thinking he yoga, how we leave them stretched
My doggies all sick and they don't need a vet, I'm hanging with runts that's looking for vets
I give them the word, I tell them to go, they don't want the money, just give them respect
I got now, nigga, fuck who next? Got a problem, get it off your chest
Money gon' make the lil' hoe fuck, but right now, I just want the neck
This chopper like the NBA, I swear it gets first round picks
Hit your block and hit you and whoever you ain't round with

Chorus
Hop up out the car with that 300, that's that blackout
He talkin' like he stupid, hit his block and he got papped out
That boy ain't no real gangster, I know the truth, but he gon' cop out
Lil' bitch want me for sex, I told that hoe to use your damn mouth
Lil' bitch, I flex the bitch, VV's ice is on my chest
She said, my water get her wet, I'm just like Nike bout a check
These bullets make him Keith Sweat, psycho tatted on my neck
E be trolling all the opps, these boys right here don't pose a threat

verse 2
These niggas be hiding, ain't dropping no lows, like, bro, where you at
I came out the mud like my name was Shrek
Aim at his head out of Tesla, cause my young niggas tap dancing cause them boys known to step
Had to be telling my young niggas to chill
But his ass don't listen, you think he was deaf
I keep some shooters with me like the NBA draft
They fuck around and shoot at the ref, step back, shoot from the three like you Steph
These niggas funny, shit like Mike Epps
We keep shit in the street, these niggas don't want no beef imma motherfuckin' chef
Young nigga with me, toting that K, you’ll think he was Russian, nigga
You better not be mad about no bitch just know she fuckin', nigga
We sound like some fuckin' barbers, we keep them cutters with us
Boss on back of the Glock, got a speech impediment, make shit stutter, nigga
Call that one bitch Lollipop, she tryna come suck her, nigga
Nigga, we travel fuckin' traffic with that Glock like Chris Tucker, nigga
I ain't even playin', first nigga reach for the chain, you know I'm bussin’, nigga
You can't hide from bro, that nigga slick just like some butter, nigga

Chorus
Hop up out the car with that 300, that's that blackout
He talkin' like he stupid, hit his block and he got papped out
That boy ain't no real gangster, I know the truth, but he gon' cop out
Lil' bitch want me for sex, I told that hoe to use your damn mouth
Lil' bitch, I flex the bitch, VV's ice is on my chest
She said, my water get her wet, I'm just like Nike bout a check
These bullets make him Keith Sweat, psycho tatted on my neck
E be trolling all the opps, these boys right here don't pose a threat