Charlie Clips (2018) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle119

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[Verse] Look, I got a question for you, Flex, who as hot as me? What's his name? No, you joking, you gotta be For real though, answer that honestly By the time you answer that, I'll be skinny or you gon' hit the lottery Look all these niggas is rapping what done been told before How they chop bricks the move white, what they sow before I'm thinking about they girl if I'm gon' raw Cuz, I know no condom Achilles niggas this is a Trojan War Achilles, they got one horse Two-car garage a Maserati, one Porsche Ride down the block bitch screaming out: "How much one cost?" The man on my navigation sound like Young Dolph My swag on the million your mother was an Indian your dad was a pilgrim The old Eagle back McNabb in the building Beam on it, I'm playing laser tag with the children Nah, better stuff to do with a gun I'm a psycho I can load and put two in your son But why do that when I could call your boo or ya hun Cuz killing kids is something that she do with her tongue Nasty, where my nine don't ask me I get crazy with it One eye, halfway open Tracy McGrady with it Kill shot with a machine gun Slim Shady with it Hole so big the corner think the Navy did it Gun so big can't tuck it, you gotta babysit it Shit go boom! sound like its an 80 in it Pressure bust pipes and this pipe I get crazy with it Pause I grab a biscuit and make gravy with it Who hungry you wanna get a meal Ay Flex I got a different feel I popped pill niggas asleep well that been the drill Pill put niggas to sleep, ain't that Benadryl? I'm so motherfucking mean with it I could bring that shit back and do a whole another scheme with it I peel your whole block like take two of these Yeah ya'll came in a pack but I bet your crew'll leave You know Aleve is in a pack? That was mad real Now watch how these pros act [Prozac] cuz I got mad skills A thousand dollars for the pasta was my last bill And another five hundred just to add veal [Advil] Flex I'm a veteran before gambling I ain't never medicine So tell niggas let us in 'fore they chest get a Lil' Weezy Your name movin on up like George Jefferson These niggas waking up gay in the morning I'm waking up with a Kim like Ye in the morning Extra condom in case she say "Stay in the morning" Just know I always keep a hat on like Sway in the morning I'm back and these other niggas is not me Put them all together tell them stop me They want to go back and forth like it was tennis okay I copy I'm a serve 'em to the racket tearing [racketeering] like Tekashi New York fell off? they've gotten How the dirty apple could be so rotten The beam on top of my gun you see me squatting Like the chick at the end of her period I'm just spotting That's what happens when that hammer drawn Oh niggas front when the camera on This chick said "You on Wild N' Out! You ain't got no hammer on!" I said "Bitch I met Nick with the cannon on" Oh don't make me go and dunk mine And bring sticks to the field like he did up in drumline And that there ain't no punch line Since a kid I was taught to milk the tray thanks to the lunch line My boss got me on Flex nigga it wasn't free And battle rappers made it up here because of me So next time you say "Thank You, God. I made it on Flex" Make sure you have my thank-you card