YG - Funkmaster Flex Freestyle lyrics

rate me

And I can put that on seats

Frog IP used to put that on sales

I got red strings in my chest, though

‘Cause all my homies cut crack and cut throat, though

If you don’t believe in seven days stop bitching

You is a bust, the type that homie made busting issues

And that’s how they start snitching

Now your homie need a lawyer ‘cause the DA got witness

Goddamn, that’s some fucked up shit

He went to Dale and that’s when I fucked his bitch

I’m a west side T wearing motherfucker

Bust a mission and I run ‘em, now I carry ‘em, motherfucker

Who’s bragging, my nigga RJ bang anthems

He kill a bang 40, nigga, that’s not sporty

In the hood you turned down if you ain’t DC

Look, every blood nigga have a crib bitch

Nigga, in high school you wasn’t banging, nigga

You was turning in homework, getting graded, nigga

Hit the county, get faded, ‘cause all your statements you stated

You was state niggas, yeah, it’s that freestyle shit

I need a ratchet bitch just to eat all this dick

While I’m riding in that Porsche, though, momma, I’m tryna make it on that source, though

My homie ‘bout to go go, if it go platinum, sick ol’ motherfucker for sure, nigga

That’s some old dope, nigga, I be fucking more hoes, nigga

Walk around with a pocket of cash, bitches be bad

And they probably ain’t got no ass, I’m still gonna smash, nigga, yeah