Brillo | Funk Flex | #Freestyle067

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah! Double R! General of everything! Flex what's up! [Verse 1] Back the MAC out, he bluffin' She would have been suck me off but he cuffin' Six A.M. sellin' dope, eatin' a muffin Got to get the kids to school kinda rushin' Friends turned enemies ain't nothing new Lot of Internet talk, why ain't nothing flew File aid the minute they gon' sue Call cops, turn a Plain Jane to a sport watch I used to face price a weight fluctuates Got to pay 'cause of drought I'll suffocate When you hit 'em right they can't resuscitate Sittin' on money fuck a case Toast over zucchini My new born he in Buscemi Get the leaves right, then we freezin' the heemy No mumbling I feel y'all need clarity Bars like mine in this era is a rarity I don't do the shottie 'til my nose get shaved Put a stand up nigga toes in the grave Dee say chill, they don't rap like that And them niggas ain't strapped like that So I'm trying to dumb down but I really trap like that And I really be strapped like that Coupe black on black Your t-shirt, put the MAC on that Floor of a coffin I had your back on that If it's rapped in rap, if it's beefless beef You gon' shoot then shoot, I'm with whatever kind of smoke Only way you can hang is a damn rope Dumpin' a K at him, yelling Salaam codes I'm calm beat cope, wish a nigga would Barrel at his temple, I'ma hit him good I don't want to talk, it time for the shows Fuck around, I have Tide go up in your clothes All four pockets, let him try to stop it Gun butt him back, make him need a rocket Used to go to jail, cell didn't lock it Niggas that can't hustle always try to knock it Tell 'em get money, we doin' us Cross paths and we shoot 'em up, shotty pop Tires on a stolen screech off your block Simultaneously your body drop Flex do me a favor hit the bomb button New York I came here tonight to bomb somethin' General who big as us No hate, I'm telling you straight I fuck a new nigga up R-R-Radio songs, rest murder Started this chess move up, take it further Drag said "Kill 'em Brill, keep going hard" Rest in peace, Swizz send regards Eve's still bad, LOX best three man X all good, now I'm the new plan Everything lit, niggas hear I'm coming Drumming... that's them niggas running Trap house got 'em teary eyed all the onions I'ma keep bagging, let 'em keep bragging Grab that nigga full with him, keep stabbing Pull on me, I'm heat grabbing Feet taggin', foreign a pound in my right New York, this was CT sound like Peach backwood, haze from Crown Heights Nope if you are brown rice Yeah! General nigga