funkmaster flex freestyle june 2014
Look, I’m out for presidents that represent me
Benz and Bentley, head from Lindsey
Like Lohan,  nigga evidently
The hoes in every city, hella swift
Once had a bad yellow bitch
Let her strip, life ain’t been the same ever since
The oddball in a room full of elephants
My elegance take me to them other elements
With jew and jewels, a chain full of evidence
My jewelry is my jury and my face got embezzlement
Motherfuckin’ syndicate, delicate, intelligence
Connected out to the Netherlands
My music goes out and moves predicates
So mommy, tell a friends and tell a friend
Run and tell a friend and tell a friend
Email me to tell a friend
That crack I got will sell gain
Swear this purple lean is like my medicine
Could probably roll some weed and we the best of friends
Probably go to places that I never been
I heard that voice up in my head again, represent
Yo, ayo, I’m passing focus
I’m in my zone, fuck who haven’t noticed
Hoes ain’t like me, said I’m ugly, now they actin’ open
Pussy soakin’ I pimp that ho like my name Goldie
The name’s Nast, yeah, your freak know me
I beat the box, leave that thing swollen
Peace to my city with my hammer loaded
Pigs annoying like the sound of locusts
I style wild plus my rhymes the dopest
My squad’s the best, a bunch of lyrical soldiers
Rock a fella, Hova’s culture
We drink Henny like soda reject chicks like “hold up”
And know the game like we supposed to
Our lives are like the rollercoaster
The up’s and down’s keep my fam closer
No sneak attacks, these niggas can’t approach us
Damn jokers, we stack chips to keep the heat from vultures
That any day could try to run up on us, Mob life
Mob Life, A$AP Mob life I fuck a mob wife
I did it twice yeah I’m trife I don’t give a fuck
I kill a nigga do life do life twice you
Do 2pac like I roll dice
Put your life on the line, bet it nigga I dead it
Who said it they don’t want it with niggas who set the game
Fuck that I don’t even need a chain
I get bitches off the game, or the swagger
In the lyrics you couldn't hear it my shit exquisite
I’m in the… (ugh)
When I flow it, I keep it going, he got the pink bucket
Like fuck it I gotta tell her suck it
She ain’t never do it her man coming, and now she ducking
Now I’m in the truckin’ and we in the beamer, couldn’t see him
When he coming through gleamin’ because I got this bitch named Tima
And she gave me her number last summer frontin on a nigga
Now I got a number one song she running to a nigga, fuck that
Oh, you talkin’ about Tima, riding in the beamer? (yeah)
And the sneakers was looking cleaner now they all on lean up
Now I’m tipping lean up now I’m on the clean-up
‘Cause I’m cleaning all these rappers, niggas know I’m in this
Going to the cleaners with the Beamer ‘cause I got that new Versace shit
Now my shit is cleaner and I’m chilling with Flex
And your bitch give me sex, and she give me the next
When I’m grabbing her text, ‘Cause I got the tech with the vest
And you shooting at your neck, nigga you about to get it next
I'm so bomb, Flex drop one
Fuck that, hella hoes, Flex we got one
Yo, I might be like 2Pac’s son
I pop one, fuck it take it to Queens I pop them
Fuck that got a shotgun, Glock Glock, pull it
Fuck that, you couldn’t see these, ra-ra, bullets
Ra-ta-ta-ta, Ra-ta-ta-ta, nigga fu-fu shit
Fuck that I come through with that exclusive new shit
You on that FUBU shit, I’m I  got a new boo shit
I don’t give a fuck I’m on that red shit, that blue shit
That white, black bulltshit you act quick
Mac quick, I don’t give a fuck i rap until I got chapped lips
I keep chapstick my flow make you do back flips
I act sick, you act sick? I pack six
Gins, triggers, niggas, couldn’t fuck with us
Tommy Hilfiger, we brought it back, all of that
Starter caps and we got the naughty shorties
They love it, coming in the club with forties
Like, we couldn’t afford these
Motherfuckin’ wine and champagne bottles
Is you out your fuckin’ mind?
I could save a dime, a hundred times
If I pop it like I’m fuckin’ balling
But I ain’t, I’m shot calling
Who coming home?
Yo, yo, when you getting slow bucks they come at your name
And I come off flipping like Flex and Dame
Niggas don’t know I stay flexin’ on ya dame
And that bitch gave me the ass, she gave me the brain
Until 50 cent run up and take your chain
He ain’t gonna do that to me ‘cause I got that thing
Oh shit, I heard he with the G-Unit gang
Ay, but we with that A$AP MOB
Shout outs to Slow Buds
That’s my nigga, he know its love
I give no fucks
I know this bitch named Simmy she gives me floor fucks
You know I gave about four bucks
‘Cause she a known ho, but you know, keep that on the low though
I walk down yellow brick like Toto
I got a four do’, ruby slippers, I got my bitch with her
She got a bitch Suzie with her
And you know I did it in the Jacuzzi
And you remember them bitch from back in the day
With the finger waves?
You talking about Suzie, in the Jacuzzi?
Wearing Gucci? She got the fat coochie
With the big ass booty? (uh huh) I remember that shorty
She was drinking a forty and she was acting naughty
Yeah, I like to get up in the red though
And she liked my clothes and she liked my earlobes
Yeah though, but you know, she likes to fuck with the weirdos
We don’t do those, I’m a werewolf, we don’t wear those
I like the bitches, the birds, I flock ‘em, I’m a scarecrow
Flacko be the name, yeah ho, fuck that shit it’s my year though
Nast what you said, remember the bitch that would give…
We shot but we don’t ever hear though
I’m here but I’m not like air though
I put the shot to your earlobe
Yo Nasty style, nasty baby, and I’m wild
Who that? That’s the kid, go ask about him
Hold up, niggas throw...from the bottom
Fuck that...
I got one question, while you flowing
Flex been doing this for years so he knowing
We got it open and you know this shit clean
Ayo, Flex you a vet, can I get a sixteen?
What’s popping man? Let me hear something
Drop a bomb for the town nigga
(I don’t even have a ten or a twelve)
I’m out for presidents who represent me
I’m hardcore buzzing, ain’t got time for stunting
Ain’t got time for nothing, I’m that new era quit your speculation boy
That’s nasty baby, now he crazy, like , who fucking with the boy?
Super lowed out, I had my team, my sneaks, my jeans and all that
Perform in all black, your bitch is wet like where her draws at?
I’ve had in all that, I’ve fucked her once and never call back
Can’t trust these dusty bitches on my ballsack
Fuck with the door cracked, you clowns can  hate or get your skull cracked
When I be wasted, taking blunts of Cali’s finest took each to the face
I know complacent G’s, warm-hearted the rapper-type, that act alike
No we don’t rap alike, the flow courageous, son of Satan, we up
YG Addie back on that bullshit
Like Carl Ripken when the ball hit
Y’all broke niggas giving out no tips
Y’all order one bottle, y’all share sips
You got no hoes nigga you ain’t no pimp
I about to touch the sky see my name on a blimp
Bought Coke white air-1’s looking like a mint
Lint on your pocket looking real famished
Get a little buzz then y’all vanish
I’m over the pot, I’m doing magic
I rush like a brick, real tannish
I speak into the plug in Spanish
I got a dope strip, out in Kansas
I ride on a horse like a bandit
Send me back in school like a fucking campus
Free crack, free crack I whip in the wrist
I got a red-nosed chick  just like a pit
(Chanting: Drop a bomb on it Flex)
Yo, I’m like die another day
Try another day
Niggas dying everyday
I’m just tryna get away
Feeling nice up in the stu’
I’m just tryna get my pay
Is he tryna play it safe
Well I’m tryna make ya shake
Break the bank
Like my nigga Q all up in your safe
I got this bitch think I’m cute
All up in my face
If she move like she gotta move
She can get a spade
If I do what I gotta do
I could get a plate
Feel it’s hard up in these street
I’ve been starving for some weed
Fuck the stardom, I’ll take the fuckin’ sneakers off your feet
Look at me, so unique, tell you niggas I’m just living like a G
In the land of the free, I’m just tryna be me
See, free is the only way to be motherfucker
(Chanting: Drop a bomb on it Flex)
I jump like Wesley in White Men Can’t Jump
Don’t touch my shoes, these ain’t Reebok Air Pumps
I’m balling different these Yves Saint Laurent
I’m telling you I put crosses on them like AND-1
I’m Shamguard with the Vanguard
I’m a damn Lord not a damn guard
Most of you like damn broads
Pocket full with tampons
Sickening
Get a teaspoon of this medication
Keep working and watch he boom of a dedication
Blow up like its detonation, so much I could dead a nation
Martin had a dream? Well I be blacking like its segregation
Hold up? What I say? I said I’m not Madoff
But I made off, scheming on niggas pay off
I never take a day off
Your stache is shaved off, like Adolf Hitler
You should lay off, on the game you talk ‘cause you fake dog
You never pushed no yay dog
Ain’t seen no keys like Ray Charles
It’s me and Meek in a Maybach
We get Wale and take off
We got your bitch in a big house
She walkin’ hype like “Hey Rock, how you doing?”
Get with her and take her now we ballin
Out to the Lakers how we ballin’
Like you vacant, you probably catching the vapors
House on a hill, fucked your girl and your neighbors
Thinking Khloe don’t know me? I’m in the Kardashian haven
I’m in a Kardashian, I’m lying, can’t I pretend?
They say fake it ‘til you make it
Well let the faking begin
I got a bitch with fake titties, fake ass she all in the Benz
Titties will probably fall like a ball when she bend
My niggas from Harlem, and Philly all get it in
If your bitch come around us, we fucking her and a friend