FLEX FLEX FRUIT - DavDee, Freesoul

See, I had to flex, all of these niggas, they talking, can’t hear em,

my foot on their neck

If we got an issue, I’m not finna get you, I sing em a song and I put em to bed

I’m one that they hate, best come correct, when I step with the set I won’t say

it again

Tryna hate on me probably that armorment Haki, I feel like I’m Luffy,

I came with the gang

They know we came from that East Blue, we crossing that red line

They look to me cause that One Piece they can’t find

Who want the smoke when we crossing the Grand Line

Gum Gum, no pistols, I punch through your mans like

Bad bitch like Nami, she ride my pole on Tempo

I feel like smoker, always got blunts of Endo

Yeah, we Robin, got arms my strap, Nico Robin, gon hand me that

Drip like Jimbei, my water splash, hit the Boa stoned of my ass

Rolling up and that ghost will hit like Horo Horo No Mi

Yeah, it’s hard to find, cause I keep it tucked, but I got One Piece on me

Yeah, this fire leaving holes in you, gotta keep that Ace up my sleeve

Bitch like Nami want it, Roger that and I give her my gold D

Yo, miss every hit, I’ma Logia type

Tony, my Chopper ain’t saving your life

In the clouds Eneru, that’s what I like

I’m fighting with lightning, you using a knife

I feel like Luffy, the Ara Red Hawk

Metal Metal Fruit like I let the lead talk

I ain’t like Moria, ain’t let the dead walk

One Piece the GOAT and that is my Ted Talk

Uh, they had me locked up

Impel Den, I was getting my racks up

Hit em with Conqueror’s Haki, they back up

You came alone, little boy, you need back up

Kinda like Luffy with hands you get smacked up

Red Hawk, hitting that boy like a mad truck

Up on my ship, where I’m keeping the mac tucked

Step in the way of my crew, then that’s bad luck, uh

Up on the beach, where I’m chilling with Nami

She kinda like Robin, her hands all up on me

Play with the boy, then I’m causing tsunamis

Chopper gon speak if we rumble on Kami

CP9, how we rolling in all black

Wano Manson, where I’m keeping them big racks

Hit em with fishman karate, he get back

Word up your whole team, smoking your big pack

We got the sticks that will aim at your watermelon

Run a train on your bitch like it’s Water Seven

You get treated like Eneru, sent to heaven

We get messy with Haki in my section

I’m the King of the Pirates, no question

I be holding the crown up in my possession

Tryna step to the boy, you ain’t learn your lesson

So we Flex-Flex on the opposition