NOFLEXsh*t lyrics

Ay khroam shoot em
Cash

[Verse 1: .223Jerm]
f*ck all that cappin lil b*tch you needa stop it
I'm a problem lil n*gga I'm obnoxious
They said he missin but his body in my closet
My n*ggas packin with the [?] to pop it
Lil b*tch I'm on some flex sh*t
That's why they in my mentions
I just f*cked that thot and her best friend gave me dentist
I be posted with my dog gang bangin in the section
If you got an issue then you better come direct it
Like oh no
I got the pole
Gimme yo wallet I'm takin yo phone
He said he with it but then he caught hoe
10 bullet shots right to yo door
Got with some b*tches
You was on some b*tch sh*t
I will rob you bet you a broke jit
Crusty ass n*gga yall need some lotion
b*tch these is gang signs you can see my motion
You's a b*tch n*gga tell me whatchu wanna do
If you slide with yo homies then they dyin too
Call up RVR3 and then they slidin through
b*tch you can't fit take it now you just lose
[Verse 2: Dkoolpharaoh]
So what's the move?
Ay I heard you really bout it show the proof
[?] that goofy sh*t my boys pull up to [?]
I-I-If he want smoke [?] don't beg
All them tweets make you a fool
And if we pop out with that [?] I bet that [?] will start to scream
Ain't no doubt about it
Why I smell the pus*y off yo breath?
For how you constantly actin childish
Fool watch yo step [?] make a step
Cause I really make this goin graphic
Ain't no where around it
See I'm gone [?] for what I do [?]
Is it me who only loves the sun but crackin skeletons
I break they ribs I break they [?]
You f*ck with me we have some fun
We cut these sections in yo [?] stolen bombs
[?]

[Verse 3: .223Jerm]
I came with the gun and I came with my [?]
f*ck on your thotty in my retro 3's
If a n*gga wanna get it lil n*gga whatchu mean
Watch yo tone and watch yo mug mean
Way I do it now these n*ggas tryna copy
I don't give a f*ck lil n*gga do it sloppy
Yeah I been rappin and this sh*t be a hobby
I don't give a f*ck I shoot a n*gga in the lobby
I don't need a plug
b*tch I needa roll up [?]
Said you got your own f*ckin style
So why these n*ggas always jockin on mine?
b*tch I'm like Tony Hawk kick flips
[?] and I come and instead I'm gone grind
And I'm countin up my paper and I multiply my digits like a n*gga said he countin by the 9's