Artist: Rae Sremmurd f/ Juicy J, Kid Ink, Nicki Minaj, Pusha T Album: No Flex Zone (Remix) (S) Song: No Flex Zone (Remix) Typed by: AZ, Direct, Sweets, Sing [Intro/Chorus] 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 your ho jealous Freak hoes got several They tens or better I'm a trendsetter I'm a go-getter [Nicki Minaj] Hell no you can't use my lip gloss Pop a perc' now I'm on lift off Ass still fat, it's on Rick Ross You bitches, make a nigga dick soft Bitch ball like I'm at tip off Get it wet, then I rub the tip on Rag and bone jeans I can slip off Bitch I've been hot since flip phones Running this game for 5 years Guess that's why my feet hurt Wonder when they bite me Do these bitches' teeth hurt?? Yes I am an icon, that's me on your T-shirt ...THOUGHT YOU KNEEEEEEWW BET-TER! Do your fucking research You ain't know this the no rip zone This the "You can't beat Nickiā zone Madison Square when the Knicks home I live next door to Brad Pitt's home I like bad bitches, cause they like bad bitches too I like hood niggas with a bad attitude They could never reach Young Nic's magnitude Even if they had a longitude latitude Listen up ho this is my territory You are my son, like an episode of Maury, like an episode of ER Bitch I'm hotter than the D.R When it comes to rap skill, ain't nobody wanna see her Motherfuckers flexin, motherfuckers acting Bitches is my sons and they causin' contractions Ain't pushing out I'mma give them to the clinic Cah wait, we nuh rate dem gyal and dem gimmick Wack sauce I can hear it in your tone This nigga keep staring at my phone But if you're ugly it's a no text zone, it's a no sex zone, it's a no flex zone Wack sauce I can hear it in your tone This nigga keep staring at my phone But if you're ugly it's a no text zone, it's a no sex zone, it's a no flex zone [Chorus] [Pusha T] Who ain't waiting on King Push? Got niggas checking for them new flows Sold more dope than the old Jigga Now niggas calling me the new Hov Let the coupe go, planetarium Let the roof go like Cesarean Clear my section nigga, no flexing nigga Just a hunnid bottles they carrying Cross the border like I lost a daughter This foreign nigga, he ain't know better Him pick and choose where them bullets fly I lose the plane on this fool nigga Bought dope with my album budget Play Clothes was the blueprint Four million in four seasons Fuck who care for my fashion sense Tell a ho come and swim in the money Broke niggas 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 Suck the ice out of a bezel Use my rap persona, fuck baby mommas Still killin' haters, God bless em' [Chorus] [Kid Ink] Said I'm the gorilla in the village No nice guy wid 'em you night night nigga Can't ride wit the team No bike life nigga Ain't bittin' my tongue, you can bite my dick Just roll one up, gone light that shit Shit still shine when the light don't hit Can't fate watch rust a real nigga Shout out, Paul Wall, I'm grillin' on 'em Straight me and the team, high to the ceiling Ridin' in the Porsche, fly away from the Civic Know it's a party every evening Always gettin' complaints from the tenants So I got me a crib in the valley But I'm always still in the city Out of town, still smoking Cali Blowin' swishas fat as a feeling Lil' niggas betta get ya updates Been a whole new game since it came out Got plaque on plaque, need Colgate In my own lane, get ya own route Nah, no flex, we zoning Out this bitch if anybody want it All this liquor a nigga been pourin' Got me feel that it ain't no opponent [Chorus] [Juicy J] Rolex on, Lambo gone I'm flyer than an asteroid on steroids that's that strong I ball out bitch come catch me Thirsty ass bitch don't sweat me I just wanna fuck your face Fuck your name I'mma call you Becky My watch, my rings, you know what I drink That's sprite i put it on ice Got freezer burn on my chain Pop star tryin to hide in my range sponsored links She don't wanna be in no pictures We ain't try to be on no TMZ She just try to gobble this dick up Call her phone, she can't pick up I shoot it in her face it's a stick up I walk in and threw a couple bandz to my jeweler Go head and light my bitch up Gettin to the bread like a pigeon I got loud pack all in my system Sick bitch I don't smoke no swishers And I'm on that ass like bump stickers Whip the pussy she scream so loud you think I kilt her Soon as I done ima have to dismiss her Thirty minutes later here come her sister Pimp shit nigga, I'm rich they know I smoke they blow Juicy J I'mma about to go out buy a tour bus for all hoes [Chorus]