No Flex Zone (remix) Lyrics - Rae Sremmurd

Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel 

I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous 

Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better 

I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter! 

When I slide down the ave I'm fuckin' trippin' (damn) 

Maserati bat black, all I wanna know is where the cash at? 

TNT tucked in my 'rillo, hundred racks under my pillow 

Different styles, I'm so versatile, nigga you know like I know 

Jimmy, Lil Swae, hoes on the chase 

Cash in the air make her forget her date 

Heard of my plan, she fuckin' with me anyway 

If she thicky like Nicki I put that pussy on my plate 

How you not notice the flyest niggas in the place? 

I hit the liquid and started drippin' into space 

Hublot tickin', blowin' kisses at your baby 

Have fun, shotkilla like Mike reincarnated 

Throwin' out a fuckin' end 

I'm blowin' money in the wind 

I'm sick of wearin' skinny jeans 

I'm more into wearin' Louis V's 

These hoes don't fuckin' listen 

These niggas don't pay attention 

These bitches are not yours 

We keep them on all fours 

Breakin' down', rollin' up potent 

Sippin' champagne like soda, poppin' red bitches like cola 

Trunk beat like Eardrummers 

Sremm killed the haters, God bless 'em 

Mothafuckas still all in my bone marrow 

Flyin' through the air like a fuckin' air devil 

All these broke niggas just fish in a barrel 

Run back up and I turn into a bezel 

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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 ya ho jealous 

Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better 

I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter! 

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 Nic" 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 Nick, 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 skills, nobody wanna see her (seer/CR) 

Motherfuckers flexin, motherfuckers acting (actors, A.R) 

Bitches is my sons and they causin' contractions 

Ain't pushing out, I'ma 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 

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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 Cloths was the blueprint 

Four million in four seasons 

Fuck who care for my fashion sense 

Tell a ho come and swim in the money (splash) 

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'