Where You At?

Hmm, yeah... so you’re gonna flex?
Still gonna flex?
Yeah, listen up.

Bitches go, bitches fly, but your downfall? It fuckin’ don’t (haha)
You’re not who we thought you were, you ain’t worth rememberin’, and I can see it
These unskilled people got you flexin’, pickin’ you up like you’re a free ATM
Hope you’re not a psyop on those apps, ’cause the day has come: you’re gettin’ terminated (terminated, yeah)

Nobody asked you to stay on this earth, I’ma just do my job
Do my job and wipe you out the scene, somebody’s gotta do the cleanup
And I’m well aware of the days it’s gonna take
To mop the hell outta my mind, gang

Will you flex? Will you flex and tell me how down bad you are? (Yeah, yeah)
Will you flex? Will you flex and tell me how down bad you are? (Yeah, yeah)
Will you flex? Will you flex and tell me how down bad you are? (Yeah, yeah)
Go ‘head, flex, show the world how far you fell from the stars

Rented chain, borrowed whip, flexin’ on a payment plan
Your whole crew cosignin’ lies, they don’t even like you, man
Post a pic with stacks of cash, everybody knows it’s fake
Counting views like they’re your friends, but they’re just watchin’ you break

You talk loud in the comments, quiet when I’m in the room
Your rise was a rumor, your fall was a feature, it’s comin’ soon
I don’t need to say your name, the whole city knows who
Every bar I spit’s a mirror and it’s starin’ back at you

Will you flex? Will you flex and tell me how down bad you are? (Yeah, yeah)
Will you flex? Will you flex and tell me how down bad you are? (Yeah, yeah)
Will you flex? Will you flex and tell me how down bad you are? (Yeah, yeah)
Go ‘head, flex, show the world how far you fell from the stars

Log off, log off (yeah)
Your Wi-Fi’s the only thing that’s holdin’ you up
Fall off, fall off (yeah)
Even your shadow said it’s had enough

So... you still gonna flex?
Yeah, I thought so
Mop’s put away, mind is clean
You were never even here, gang