Freddie Flex

Lyrics

[Sample] Know that you've been cheating Gonna take a beating The truth is catching up with your lies Friends, you know the reasons You performed the treason You're catching up with your own style (Cookin' soul) [Verse] Yo why they startle me? Leg shot, almost bled out your artery Kidnapped your wife, duct tape her, I ain't got no heart in me On my Spike Lee, might direct or produce and starring me Fuck R. Kelly, bitch, I'm the new king of R&B Nobody sing like Freddie Kane and it's documented Think I heard his last five heartbeats when that chopper hit him Your enemy my enemy, if you with me that's our religion Rock his ass to sleep if I get an inkling you rockin' with him A short statement might leave your ass with a long sentence Jail time wasn't in the plan so we took his man with him Daddy in the hospital, I was crying and praying with him Government was giving us COVID, it was a plandemic It ain't no choice but to stand in it and get some money The rap money to the trap money Well fuck this trap money, I need NBA Supermax money Ballin' like a bitch while my jumper was broke Had to share my clothes with my cousin, his momma on dope Pussy nigga, I don't squash the beef, what you calling me for? Put you in the back shout out to Stack I want all of the smoke Shoot you and get out of jail free like Monopoly, ho Freddy Gordy My uncle told me don't go to war if you can't afford it Fuck the Supreme Court, bitch, you should've been aborted You signed to three or four niggas, might as well get extorted White knight Sergio suit like I was Richie Porter But I ain't goin' out like Richie Porter A nigga money gettin' taller my list of homies stay gettin' shorter Freddy Wap was juggin' but my connection just got deported Every house I got set up off the mountains or off the water That's facts, bitch, put this Gary shit on the map, bitch Made it out the G like my last name was Jackson Fuck an ally, I'm the bad guy of this rap shit 'Bout to squeeze Akademiks titties, I love a fat bitch You a dick in the booty, nigga, go get the strap, bitch They say, "Rabbit, let these niggas breathe" I guess they playin' from behind tryna up the score 'cause you in the lead But I say fuck it let these niggas bleed Clique full of Westbricks, it ain't a shooter on your whole team Ballin' like a bitch while my jumper was broke Put you in the back, shout out to Matt I want all of the smoke Shoot you and get out of jail free like Monopoly, ho Freddy Gordy