Antie Manie - Jailhouse Flex Lyrics

      

Jailhouse Flex
by Antie Manie
feat. Tricky Mickey

Verse 1: Antie Manie
It's what you all been waiting for, fellas?
What people pay paper for, dang it
They can't stand it, they want some new songs
So let's get in the studio, became the school’s favorite
I can't even explain it, I’m surprised myself, too

Chorus: Antie Manie
Life of a Ant, lights keep glowin'
Comin' in the club wit' those fresh songs on
Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum
And here's another song, Jailhouse Flex

Refrain: Antie Manie
We outta here, fella! We outta here, fella!
We outta here, fella!

Verse 2: Antie Manie
Dudе! Fresh off the plane—Coma еstas, fellas
Turn around another plane, my passport on board
Ask for it, I did it—that hater done did it
Talked it, then he lived it, spit it, then he threw it
I don't need writers, I might bounce ideas
But only I could ever come up with some crap like this
I done played the underdog my whole career
I've been a very good singer, haven't I, this year?
They say, "He goin' insane and we seen this before"
But I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go
And I'm doing pretty hood in my red t-shirt
Fella, please, how you gon' say I ain't no singer?
'Cause my necklace got me more deal sponsors?
I'm insulted, you should go leave
And bow so hard 'til your knees start to turn red
And the flow just hit code red
Top five rappers, you ain't gotta remind me
Top five rappers, you gotta rewind me
I'm high up on the line, you could get behind me
But my head's so small, you can sit in front of me (Sit in front of me)

Chorus: Antie Manie
Life of a Ant, lights keep glowin'
Comin' in the club wit' that fresh songs on
Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum
And here's another song, Jailhouse Flex

Refrain: Tricky Mickey
Yeah, yeah, we outta here, buddies!
What? What? We outta here, buddies!
Ayy, Mr. Antie, we so outta here, fella!
And me? I'm Mr. Tricky Baby, yeah!

Verse 3: Tricky Mickey
I'm so smart, not stupid
My eyes and my hair so white like Shady
Water in my teeth so refrigerated
I'm so frickin’ good like I'm sleepin' in the school (Ha!)
I'm all about my Presleys, Jacksons, and JJFish
Whenever they make them, I shall not have them
Oops, I meant "have them"—I'm so crazy
But if you play crazy, you be sleeping with losers
I'm such a loser—oops, I meant "winner"
And my drink's still pinker than the water balloons
And I'm still col' like Jackson’s family
Stove on my waist turn beef to patties (Bow!)
And I ate it 'cause I'm so hungry
And I don't back and I don't go front
And I don't practice, and I don't lack crap
And you can get buried—quit music, stupid (Ha!)

Refrain: Antie Manie & Tricky Mickey
We outta here, fella!
We outta here, fella!
We outta here, fella!
Swag at a hundred and climbin', fella, yeah!

Chorus: Tricky Mickey
Life of a Ant, lights keep glowin'
Comin' in the club wit' those fresh songs on
Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum
And here's another hit, Jailhouse Flex