Flex'd Out

[Hook x2: Chris Travis] I'm flexed out, nigga get your checks out About to hit the mall and buy the whole bitch out Real shit, I don't give a fuck about shit now I don't even wear jewelry, because that shit's out [Verse 1: Chris Travis] Bitch I'm on the internet and I'm making money YouTube, Google shit broad band jumping Everybody watching me like they want something Get up off my dick unless your pussy tight and honest Find me down in Memphis, prolly somewhere low-fi Smoking big blunts prolly need two hands to hold it I'm that nigga that you see up in your fucking dreams Red diamonds dancing on me, watch the blood gling [Hook x2: Chris Travis] [Verse 2: Smug Mang] I-i-i-it is Smug Mang, a.k.a. the Smug God For the north I always been putting on Shout out [?] because it influense me, especially mentally Now it's about the flight from where I see Italy Flexing at Smug? Boy you kiddery? As if you a G, Water Boys is 18 We do our thang, prolly why your bitch keep on calling me [Hook x2: Chris Travis] [Verse 3: Black Kray] Ah I'm turnt up, bitch I'm flexed out Tell the south, all your men, bring your bitch out Run them Tecs out, with the gold mouth Broad nigga I'm really smart, can't talk now [?] be on 26 These niggas set, Young Slick Rick 30 gucci chips called UZI clip