Lyrics Chris Travis

Chris Travis

Water Boyz Ent.

Water Boyz Entertainment

Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex

Bitch I'm headed to the top, everybody notice

Water Boyz be the squad leave your girl floating

News in my email, man these bitches loafing

But it's all good, cause they know a nigga scoping

Late night, riding in my whip

Steady dozing

Bumpin' to this shit, cause it got a nigga zoning

Pass it to your left nigga, don't be blunt holding

Fuck the police

Nigga don't get caught rolling

I know I'm the greatest nigga, cause I've been chosen

Lying on my name, you gon' be under some roses

Lying in your lyrics, man I'm just being honest

I ain't got no time, I'm to smart for you dummies

Drinking red wine with my bitch, in a cabin

Head cemetery, all my dogs that be spazzin'

Turn you into dust then sweep up the ashes

I ain't heard your tape, nigga don't bother asking

I don't give a fuck

Bitch I never did

All these niggas plotting

Watching how I live

They don't fuck with me

But I see how it is

Ain't no fucking lovin'

That's just the way it is

I don't fuck with these niggas

They ain't bout shit

And I don't go out, I sit at home and roll sticks

See niggas out here will try to take your shit

Cause niggas out here ain't never had shit

But I know one thang, I'mma die happy

Keep my body crystal pure

Bitch I'm living lavish

In a dream world castle, with my pet dragon

And a bad Asian bitch rolling up that package

I flex!