T.I. - I'm Flexin' Feat. Big K.R.I.T.

Lyrics to I'm Flexin' Feat. Big K.R.I.T. by T.I.

[T.I.] Yeah, it’s the King, cuh You know my demo, Maybach, no limo, homes I’m sacked up, too I don’t know what them folk doin’ I’m flexin’, tho’, patna There it go, K.R.I.T.! (Big K.R.I.T.) T.I. (Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty (Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe (Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty (Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know? (Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna (Hold it now) I Louis down Don’t do it, patna (Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo matchin’ my kicks, bitch Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got cameras all in my bidne’ I rep the town, hold it down, cruise all around in my old school My speaker loud and my reefer, too, I ain’t speakin’, bitch, do I know you? Feds want me back behind that wall, that’s the only place that I can’t go I’m focused, dog, and I ain’t wit’ that fuck shit, think it sweet but it ain’t, doe I’m tried and true when I’m ridin’ through, I ain’t hidin’, they can just hate me My top is down and my pockets fat and my diamonds clearer than HD (Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty (Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe (Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty (Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know? (Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna (Hold it now) I Louis down Don’t do it, patna (Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down I rep the west of that A like this, don’t wanna talk about Bankhead Still in the trap like a gotdamn brick, ’cause I love the hood, the King ain’t dead My hustle grand, my money long, my spot on top, bitch, I want that My position vacant, my crown await me, my throne is empty, I own that Folk in Kirkland, with a big hill, too, some’ll head to Pittsburgh and all that Real goons’ll ride wit’ me to Timbuktu, I ain’t Gucci, dude, what you call that? Mail the yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal Hill all day Decatur to Simpson-Rose, on 4-4, Hort nigga fuck wit’ me always (Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty (Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe (Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty (Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know? (Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna (Hold it now) I Louis down Don’t do it, patna (Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down [Big K.R.I.T.] Them so-called dope boys ain’t sold enough OGs ain’t old enough MCs ain’t dope enough I’ll still split yo’ coconut You So So, I’m like dat Tight work, bounce right back Make room for yo’ bitc’, dog Nigga, go’n get off my sack That loud pack, I blow big Always stunt so big Please don’t get wrong, homie Or them Gs gon’ bust yo’ wig The A is mine, no questions asked The King is home, bitch, the best is back My swagga turned ‘em just like my sack I’m flexin’, shawty, who stoppin’ that? [Hook x2] [T.I.] Okay, man, you don’t see what’s in yo’ face, big dog? Yeah, man, big banks, no whammies, dog, you understand that? Yeah, doin’ real, I’m talkin’ ’bout real proper, patna? You understand that? I got that sack, bruh! Prison ain’t changed shit, homeboy You understand that? Rubber bands on deck, guess why, homes? Big K.R.I.T., let’s do this shit one time, man A-Town to M-Town, patna, it goin’ down Mississippi stand up