Album Cover These No Melody Beats Still Go Hard

These No Melody Beats Still Go Hard

Yung Flex

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Walk in the venue, I′m gripping my blade

Nigga talk to me wrong, he get stabbed in the face

You best get to the back if you ain't finna rageI go stupid on stage, then your bitch give me brains

I put dick in her throat, make her puke on her titties

I need that consent though, only if she with it

Just got done performing, she asked if I′m busy

The back of her whip, move her neck like a pigeon

Oh your niggas crazy, well my niggas cut throat

Smell like an Exxon, we keep a blunt rolled

3 and a half stuffed inside of the fronto

Chopper gon' hit 'em, it sound like a drum roll

Feeling like Ichigo, we keep them hollows

She heard that we Shini Gang, your bitch gon′ swallow

We do what we want and these fuck niggas follow

Drum on the glick, that bitch sound like a blast beat

Y′all got me sick, fuck around, get your ass beat

I run it up like a motherfucking track meet

Go rounds with your bitch like a motherfucking athlete

My boys like Hardy, your boys more like Backstreet

Y'all cannot get my level, sadly

Your bitch wan′ me nut on her face, gladly

Jump in the pit and I'm throwing some bows

I don′t got no time for these motherfucking hoes

I don't fuck with you so just leave me alone

Might fuck the whole venue up if you let me

Scene bitch in my DM, she saying XD

Saying that she′ll top me off with her bestie

Bitch I am hated like Slipknot

Don't get your shit rocked

Murk you off, put it on Tik Tok

Billy Joel, bitch I'm a big shot

Bitch I′m a psycho, no Hitchcock

Watch, bitch you could get clocked

I′m with my dogs just like Cerberus

You say that you never heard of us

Imma make sure that you heard of us

Me and my niggas is murderous

Watch out when we get to murdering, bitch