flex - apex 3400 lyrics
[hook: quan rose]
i get that check and i flex, yeah (x8)
[verse 1: savi]
understand lingo, i’m gone off the tech
we ain’t got no regrets
while you running game, i’m gone jug the hoe next
then i’m gone get me the neck
then i’m gone dip, why you capping?
really, why even flex?
if that’s your n-gga, that n-gga’s a b-tch
disrespect the gang, you know sh-t get lit
f-ck all the bullsh-t you talking, just cut to the check
i do not love, i just love for the head
meaning lil’ b-tch that i only want s-x
cut a dj saying run it up
time for the flex
matter facts, f-ck it, i know i’m up
biddie, 100 yeah that hoe be dismissed
[?]
can’t run no game on me, don’t play no games with me
i am too old for that sh-t
[hook: quan rose]
i get that check and i flex, yeah (x8)
[verse 2: apex 3400]
d-mn, i hit that pack and go ghost
margiela all on my toes
i remember selling dope
3400 the code, yeah
i swear these b-tches do the most
want me to buy her a ring
want me to buy her celine
b-tch, if you come suck the team
apex, i be the man
b-tch i’m rolling of a xan
and these hoes ain’t know my name
but now they claiming they a fan
b-tch i’m boming out the tre
i got aks, i let it spray
i’m the plug, i serve the base
i’m in her throat, she serve the face
gotta .380, that’s a mini-me
spraying any, every enemy
they was hating on me, now they feeling me
now these b-tches tryna come and chill with me
b-tch you gotta wait because i’m counting up
i just want the mouth, b-tch i don’t want to f-ck
she’ll suck and f-ck for a shoutout, three newports, and a couple bucks
d-mn
[hook: quan rose]
i get that check and i flex, yeah (x8)
[interlude: apex 3400]
aye, n-ggas already know how i’m rocking bro
gang, gang aye. 34 big double 0. put a bullet in yo toe
i came from the bottom, that’s why i flex n-gga, that’s why i work
gang, gang, gang, yeah
[verse 3: apex 3400]
d-mn, i hit that check and i flip it
count money additions, i whip in the kitchen
yo b-tch doing dishes
i do not give a f-ck
that choppa got some buck
i pull up light it up
that tommy choppa, choppa
rock yo blocka, blocka
calling for your momma, you might need a doctor
34, double 0
yo hoe gone suck me slow
i got a big bankroll
count it up, count it up
she keep on talking until that d-ck shut her up
b-tches just want me, cause the know i’m coming up
i got the dope, serve the block in a tonka truck
d-mn, d-mn, ooh
yeah, gang
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