Pusha T - No Flex Zone (Remix) lyrics

[Produced By: Mike WiLL Made-It] [Intro: CP Junior] Ahh sh** Yo Mike Will You know we had to do this sh** Right n***a? Uhh Foreal? Word Turn Up Woo What up Push? What up Jim? What up Swae? [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: CP Junior] I hate it when I see n***as flex Fronting like they the f**ing best They thinking that they the ones who next But n***a they are such a f**ing mess I'll take 'em down from East to the West n***a you don't wanna test Me or I'll hit you with a left You don't wanna know what's next Yeah shoutouts to Slim Jimmy My f**ing team is winning VOS yeah we got our visions On your lazy a** is where you sittin' Coming through we livin' And we don't f**ing need permission All my mother f**ers with it And all your mother f**ers ignint Yeah we got this sh** in Freestyled sh** or written All my mother f**ers chillin' This beat I already k**ed it Nobody wants to test me No I don't stay flexing I just stay music selling And I stay story telling I'm bringing my n***as to the top And no I won't f**ing stop We puffing on some really good pot My bars are too f**ing hot Harder than a mother f**ing rock I'm 'bout to take my music out of town Like system me and my n***as down VOS is the life that we 'bout I know I'm gonna make it no doubt And I'm finna take these wack rappers out Tell my n***as that we gonna wreck sh** I'm just tryna drive a f**ing Lexus By sending y'all a mother f**ing message I got your b**h undressin' I hate it when n***as flexin' Just k**ed the haters God bless 'em [Hook] [Verse 2: Pusha T] Who ain't waiting on King Push? Got n***as checking for them new flows Sold more dope than the old Jigga Now n***as calling me the new Hov Let the coupe go, planetarium Let the roof go like Cesarean Clear my section n***a, no flexing n***a Just a hunnid bottles they carrying Cross the border like I lost a daughter This foreign n***a, he ain't know better Him pick and choose where them bullets fly I lose the plane on this fool n***a Bought dope with my album budget Play Cloths was the blueprint Four million in four seasons f** who care for my fashion sense Tell a ho come and swim in the money (splash) Broke n***as just stop at the heel I could body paint you in them name brands And put a red bow on the wheels See I'm just in and out, I call a rent a mouth s** the ice out of a bezel Use my rap persona, f** baby mommas Still k**in' haters, God bless em' [Hook] [Verse 3: Slim Jimmy] Young n***as 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 got 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 n***a 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 k**ed the haters, God bless 'em [Hook]