No Flex Zone (Freestyle)

[Hook: Swae Lee] No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go getter [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Attention err'body, I'm gettin' sick and tired of gettin' modest I'm gettin' plenty money, now they think I'm Illuminati I'm the reason why they own a new Bugatti I'm the one who give the flow to the game Rap game, it will neva be the same I done burf you niggas and then nervous you niggas I'm the reason why you eva had a name I'm the one who runnin' thangs in the south You don't run a damn thing but yo mouth Niggas talkin' outta terms till I pull up with the burn Now the souls outside of yo house Man, see me ride round the city with the top down Bad bitches all out of heads down Turnt for a nigga whole throat And I'mma come and get it like a rebound Bust it one time like a Greyhound Ass in the air with ya face down All this money on the floor, all this money on the table It so much you would think Floyd May 'round Why the broke boys always wanna flex? Be the main ones, scare me with the checks Niggas ball for a minute, blowin' bands on them bitches Now they missin' tryna car you collect Howl, you's a fraud, nigga, I'm at yo bottle U a thot, bitch, you ain't no model It's a no flex zone, couple gold chains on I look like I just hit the lotto Whole minute gone with a foreign bitch tourin' Heard ya new shit, ah, bored I'm in the studio, cookin' that greatness Take time, have a lil bit of patience I'm the one, no Neo with the Matrix No flex, we the best hood nation These niggas wanna claim they run it Thou trippin' like ya took a vacation Shout to boy AC and my dawg Choo-Choo Where the lil homie project baby? Dane gank I see ya Pompano caracida Lot of deal, deer feel with my Haitians Brower [Hook] [Verse 2: Slim Jimmy] Young niggas got to get to the money Five chains on, they look at me funny Showed up with the juice and the troops Roll a seven every time I shoot She said, why you have so many condoms with you? I said, I'm a player, to be honest with you Hublot, whoo, so shiny Mind you, my crew right behind me Went shopping, could've bought an island Talking money, when I'm with Italians Spilling purple, on the red carpet And I'm flyer, than a nigga on a hang glider 4-5-6-7 chains on, just stay in your lane, ho Don't you like these A. Wang's? Don't you like these gold fangs? You a well known flexer, I'm a young trendsetter These hoes, they reckless, they slick, they messy Three hoes freak dancing, on the loud singing acapella Chain clang, like heavy metal Sremm killed the haters, God bless them [Hook]