Lyrics: Miles McCollum/Nayvadius Milburn
Music: Jacob Cannady/Kedrick Cannady/Peter O'Grady
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa, whoa (Bet you won't get no murders out me)
Go tell the cops, I bet you won't get no murders out me
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa, whoa
Flex up, racks up, flex up, racks up
Flex up , racks up, flex up, racks up
Flex up , racks up, flex up, racks up
Pick up the K, yeah, I pick up the Drac', yeah
I'm on that Codeine (yeah), I'm fallin' in love with Codeine
I really be sippin' the lean (yeah), I'm never sippin' the green (yeah)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa, whoa
Six speeds, Bentleys, APs, that shit light
Two-piece, FNs, red dots, chop your height
I was buyin' Birkins at eighteen (yeah, yeah)
That's why she don't mind the B's, **** you mean? (Woo)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Bet you won't get no murders out me
Bet you won't get no murders out me
Go tell the cops, I bet you won't get no murders out me
Bet you won't get no murders out me
Get no murders out me
Go tell the cops, I bet you won't get no murders out me
Flip flop, drop-top, swap out, four-door Rolls
Pill poppers, head doctor, she swallow it up, whoa, whoa, whoa
Flip flop, drop-top, swap out, four-door Rolls
Pill poppers, head doctor, she swallow it up, whoa, whoa, whoa
Gotta make my haters mad, give 'em somethin' to talk about
Take a bitch from south of France, push her back to Waffle House
Murder on the case, I had to spazz, **** her doggystyle
I don't know how to be a normal nigga, one thing I forgot
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa, whoa
Six speeds, Bentleys, APs, that shit light
Two-piece, FNs, red dots, chop your height
I was buyin' Birkins at eighteen (yeah, yeah)
That's why she don't mind the B's, **** you mean? (Woo)
My Spur fatal, rock 'em, cradle (grrt)
I don't hang with brokes, I don't take advice (boom)
Niggas snitchin', meet in person, feds tapped bro device
Spent a quarter like a hoarder, ball like Jerry Rice
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, whoa, whoa
Mixing Engineer: Fred again..
Programming: Fred again../Joy Orbison
Recording Engineer: Fred again../Joy Orbison
Mastering Engineer: Joy Orbison/Matt Colton
Vocals: Lil Yachty/Future/Playboi Carti