Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Williams
Songwriter
Maurischardo Paul
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nathaniel Cadet
Producer
Lyrics
When I flex feel like
When I flex feel like Hercules
I ain't texting that lil bitch cause she be irkin' me
Hit BIG K up for that feat cause I don't work for free
All these bitches on my page steady lurking me
Get out your feelings, put that pain inside the microphone
Do 'em how they doing me but they don't like it though
She for you, she for me
Eenie minie moe
Shooting with them 223s
Go geronimo
Choppa give a nigga face lift
Baby when I eat that pussy better not taste shit
All that talking out your neck gone leave you faceless
And ion got a lotta friends cause I don't take shit
Fuck it, focus on yourself, get on that selfish shit
But imma still be breaking bread when I get hella rich
Don't know if I want me a red or me a yellow bitch
But fuck it I might take em both, i'm never celibate
And I been plotting niggas know i'm up to something
Yeah
Niggas know some shit is coming
I done been through hell and back and I ain't do that shit for nothing
Yeah, yeah
On my momma I ain't done
Feel like I lived my whole life at 21
Grind hard till everybody say you cousins
It wasn't much but we just get it as it come
Couple niggas folded but it wasn't nothing
When I flex feel like Hercules
I ain't texting that lil bitch cause she be irkin' me
Hit BIG K up for that feat cause I don't work for free
All these bitches on my page steady lurking me
Get out your feelings, put that pain inside the microphone
Do 'em how they doing me but they don't like it though
She for you, she for me
Eenie minie moe
Shooting with them 223s
Go geronimo
Told that bitch she keep on irkin' me
Make my youngins spin yo' block choppas Hercules
Really came from off the block, 3rd Ave where I be
Remember running from the cops
Jumping over trees
Opps steady lurking me
We might start a murking spree
223s fill em up like it's gas he on pump 3
Catch a nigga down bad we gon put his ass on Jump Street
Remember switching out the tag off the jag to the mercury
Nah a nigga don't work for free
Hit up BIG K if you want us it's gon cost a fee
Young nigga flexing having motion before 23
Told HBK he my dawg, he my fucking G
If a nigga play he gon lay, take em off his feet
When I flex feel like Hercules
I ain't texting that lil bitch cause she be irkin' me
Hit BIG K up for that feat cause I don't work for free
All these bitches on my page steady lurking me
Get out your feelings, put that pain inside the microphone
Do 'em how they doing me but they don't like it though
She for you, she for me
Eenie minie moe
Shooting with them 223s
Go geronimo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Caleb Williams
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