Trippie Redd - Honorable Flex Ft Sos Lo Chris King Lyrics

[Intro: Chris King]
I'm finna spark this blunt
With these Chromeheart matches
'Cause I can't find a Chromeheart lighter
Hold on

[Verse 1: Chris King]
Diamonds hittin' like I took a drop of LSD (Shot)
Get the handheld with games like a PSP
Too high, sometimes I forget my feet
When I'm sleepin' down the block
Don't forget my heat (Word)
Ironic, how we shining every time we do jerk
These rappers get a boost of confidence from the syrup
I'm chokin' on the gas, need some oxygen, swear (I'm high)
A couple home runs at the bottom first (Yеah)
I'm with SOS-LO but I don't need no help (Nah)
B.B. Simon was draggin' on the belt (Yеah)
I pulled the plug, that's vital to his health
I throw more dough, it's flyin' in the air

[Verse 2: SOS-LO]
Big bag up on the beat now I'm coming down (Yeah)
Got a bad bitch, tell her turn around (Word)
Oh Lo, you with Trippie now?
(What? Know I gotta go)
Told that bitch, kick rocks, she gotta hit the road
Got blue fifties and I got pesos
Got bankroll uh, el Chapo
Nah nah nah, I meant Pablo
(My cousin)

[Pre-Chorus: SOS-LO & Chris King]
Warner, yeah
Runnin' shit like Pop Warner
Tommy gun, fry 'em
Like my name Benihana
I just want decimals, commas
I hit with the impact of a comet
Excellent, polish, schemin', diabolic

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I like the Rollie that tell the time
Don't know the time of the day
I bought the Patek and Audemar
Yeah, that's an honorable flex
I like the Rollie that tell the time
Don't know the time of the day
I bought the Patek and Audemar
Yeah, that's an honorable flex

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
They play fair, I'll take you there
I don't like one, need a pair
Boss up got their hands in the air
I spot four hoes over there
They can have a joint, I'll share
Hit the bitch with the Drac', take care
Hit the bitch with the Drac', take care

[Verse 3: SOS-LO]
(Ahem)
Your baby mamma pussy got an afro, bro
I got the game tied up like a lasso, hoe
You flex, still broke, your jewels be joke
And you can't move because I got you in a hold choke
Bear I poke, and I don't mean to do wrong
Wrist so splash wet like beer pong
Yeah, and I don't mean to flex long
Just know I'm Pizza Hut, in your girl cellphone

[Verse 4: Chris King & SOS-LO]
You can't walk in my Balenciagas, size 42
She want Don Julio or 1942
When I'm pullin' out this fire, oh my, you are screwed
This a work of poetry, Maya Angelou
I was smokin' on this potent, so high, I couldn't move
I was loading the styrofoam filled with glue (Lean)
Dog in my breifs, staying with school
44 bulldog, the [?]

[Pre-Chorus: SOS-LO & Chris King]
Warner, yeah
Runnin' shit like Pop Warner (Let it rain)
Tommy gun, fry 'em
Like my name Benihana
I just want decimals, commas
I hit with the impact of a comet
Excellent, polish, schemin', diabolic

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I like the Rollie that tell the time
Don't know the time of the day
I bought the Patek and Audemar
Yeah, that's an honorable flex
I like the Rollie that tell the time
Don't know the time of the day
I bought the Patek and Audemar
Yeah, that's an honorable flex

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
They play fair, I'll take you there
I don't like one, need a pair
Boss up got their hands in the air
I spot four hoes over there
They can have a joint, I'll share
Hit the bitch with the Drac', take care
Hit the bitch with the Drac', take care

[Outro: SOS-LO]
Warner, yeah
Runnin' shit like Pop Warner
Tommy gun, fry em', Like my name Benihana
Blue hunnids, yeah, I want a lotta
Honorable flex, Not an improper
It's an honorable flex
It's an honorable flex
Hey, it's an honorable flex (Hey, hey)
It's an honorable flex
It's an honorable flex
(Yeah, honorable flex)