Summertime Flex lyrics

by

Billy Marchiafava


[Intro]
Damn, why is everything I make so f*cking fire?
You already know what the f*ck goin' on...
Trash gang in this b*tch
We comin' up, hoe

[Verse 1]
This that summer time flex (Ayy!)
Billy countin' checks (Billy!)
Chillin' witcho main thot, yeah she givin' neck (Ayy!)
b*tch don't disrespect
These diamonds cost yo' rent (Ice!)
I just stole yo' b*tch and all I had to do is flex
Ayy, ooh, yeah
I just pulled up in a Bentley coup (skrrt!)
Diamonds electric like Pikachu (skrrt!)
Billy might go drop the f*ckin' roof
Just so you know I can stunt on you (Ayy, ayy)

[Hook]
I got the formula
Count me a check then I run it up
And you know Billy be turning up
Sauce on my wrist I'm incredible

[Verse 2]
Now I got the money in the bag
Buying all this sh*t I've never had
Now I make more money than yo' dad
And I got yo' b*tch calling me dad (what, what, damn)
I don't got no time for no hoe
Billy get the check then I'm ghost
Hey, and she said she like the way that I flow
She knows that I’m the goat
Summertime flex on yo' hoe
[Chorus]
Summertime flex
Summertime flex
I pulled up on yo' b*tch with that summertime flex
Rolex on my wrist that’s a summertime flex
My old b*tch called me up that’s a summertime ex

Summertime flex
Summertime flex
Diamonds on my neck that’s a summertime flex
Billy cashin out that’s a summertime check
Now I’m blowing up cuz I’m summertime next, ayy!
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