Murda Mook | Funk Flex | #Freestyle015

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[Verse 1] Check, look, talk I just went to church on Sunday Then I had to put in work that Monday See this kinda motto not for the runway Double M-G, these niggas dread the gunplay Oh, you talkin' 'bout money? It's outrageous My nigga's mouth ragin' 'bout clout, shit, I'm out in Vegas I'm bettin' wild wages, rapin' the crap table Johnny walk a bitch right out of a black label Back when I was a featherweight tryna pedal bass Doctor lookin' for a fracture, need to catch a break Had me out there in the streets like I never ate If a nigga lookin' like food, he get a metal plate Or get the fist if I don't blaze, he don't feel it for one year Three hundred and sixty-five days Doin' sixty-five, runnin' sixty-five plays Sixty-five niggas say they live, sixty-five graves The bricks front beef hundred and sixty days Three hundred and fifty pies keep tumblin' fifty ways I can't even count this money, just gettin' crazy It's coming so many ways, I'm mumblin', give me space I turn a pretty date gray, fifty shades Dominatrix with the white girl, whip a slave If you ain't got the product, you ain't gettin' paid That white girl gotta show first, nigga, Ricki Lake Flex my bliggy, say "It's gon' be a liggy day" Three little piggies on who? Mickey, I'ma pick the day If he actin' iffy, in a jiffy, let them triggies spray If a nigga miss, okay, kill him from the ricochet If he live in the city, we find out where them niggas stay House party visit, wait, niggas think I'm kiddin'? Played money since '93, nigga check my balance I flip somethin', I'm always gon' land on my feet I know some big hats, you thinkin' you try me And get high blood pressure, you salty, it's IV Big hammers swung, lotta candles sprung Portraits and mantles hung, live on Channel One I don't care where you from, shotty spit Karate Kid, vine clip, goddamn, Daniel-san! His head is smeared, knocked his noodle out, I never cared Marinara smear 'em, they like, "Ooh! This feels spaghetti hair" Better fear, anything you want, I bet I sell it here Please nigga, trust, these keys gon' take you everywhere I was only seventeen, thinkin' Medellin Meek Mill to the fiends, I was sellin' dreams On the project steps, movin' medicine Every Martin Luther next to it like Coretta King [Verse 2] Huh, we still rockin'? Hold on Listen, look Lately I been gettin' mentioned by some no-names Never had, I can't put an end on your reign Cool, let 'em talk, mother fucker, do your thang I bet I boogie on 'em down the line like Soul Train My whole gang bring the drama to your doorstep Can't take losses, the costs is get off-set Three-piece suit in a box, look at y'all fresh Next step, gotta get to revvin' like a Corvette, rmmmm Learn my lesson, let nothing' slide When it come to mine, nigga, I don't shuck and jive That's what happened 'bout the last shit this sucka tried The fuck you think happened? He fuckin' died 'Bout to make you niggas eat some humble pie The powder and the cake, I'm the funnel guy Lettin' bundles fly, if you want 'em, come on by Once we let the money wash, then it tumble dry Betty Crocker in every lock and Jaw steady droppin', hit? I bet it's lockin' I don't need no scale, it's very shockin' That's right, I can eyeball white, I'm Fetty Wappin' D.O.T., we ain't nothin' to fuck wit', hold Come on Boom Boom, throw another joint on, it's Harlem [Verse 3] You know what it is Whattup? Look, listen Everybody got they two pennies in Too many chiefs and not enough Indians Once they find out the frenzy I put the city in It's gon' be hard to swallow like a spoonful of cinnamon You got it, my niggas come in to get it then And we seizin' everything like we Dominican I been on fire since my watch went to Switzerland Niggas all tired, they should sign deals with Michelin Moms concerned that somebody murdered me My girl keep irkin' me 'bout a surgery I said, "Bitch, if I give you these racks for ass And titties to match, if we don't last, you givin' 'em back" I know that I'm petty, I can admit that That don't change nothin', ho, I need my shit back Youngun', jail ain't cool, where your sense at? Rottin' in that paddy whack over nick knacks They beggin' like, "Give a dog a bone" Better get it on you own, want a cent? It's called cologne Daddy gettin' money, we gon' give his daughter loan Like, "Give a call to home, bitch, get him on the phone" "You wanna see your baby girl breathe again? Then send about three fifty even, then" I'm 'bout to make it a hundred degrees again Look at the colors change on the leaves again Everybody the plug, man, get 'em out, ref How you the plug but you can't afford the outlet? Matter fact, shit, we gon' take this a little farther How you claim you the plug and can't afford the charger? Set trip, you gon' catch this vibe From your reckless pride, get your head split wide When I step in with a TEC this size Everybody on the floor like the Electric Slide It's D.O.T., we ain't nothin' to fuck wit' I be lowkey, I ain't one for the fuck shit I catch a nigga, it's on site, put him out of commission Under my Timberlands, he under construction Huh, boxin' approach when niggas see you Once we lift up his rope, we gettin' his ring too Ooh, I don't think you know what I mean, nigga You gotta lift up the rope to get in the ring, nigga That's word to my Aunt Tootsie, they all pussy Press me, it ain't intercom, now talk to me Ha, Pinocchio, I wish you would, son Geppetto can't turn you to a real one On top of the Hilton on a milk run For real, son, I'm talkin' 'bout millions over millions It's ill, nigga change over green like a chameleon It's pound, lookin' around like when the bill come Huh, hell yeah, we can get a deal done As long as the money squared like Sicilians Dot Mob, we come and they tuck shit 'Cause we like HIV, nothin' to fuck wit' We got more beats? [Verse 4] Trap closed nigga, nine o'clock But don't worry though, I got a after hours spot I'm busy tryin' to find LeBron on the cable And the fan damn blew half the grams off the table Once these bitches sealed, we gon' ship 'em like the naval I can't owe, I need my bread whole like a bagel Grandmother said, "Go to church, it'll save you" Opened up the bible, saw the cane, now I'm able And now I'm so up Baking soda like before you put it in the microwave Watch it blow up Brick road, come see the wizard, you need a chicklet Or a big chicken like who got beef with Peter Griffin Some season with it? Oh it's fuckin' delicious I swear you make a whole meal with just one of these bitches Uh, the money comin' in eternal, way we movin' in the chickens You would think we knew the Colonel See I'm old Harlem, my money still in the mattress The feds call Reddington, I'm part of the blacklist I drop voices, I put a halt on the masses It's not what they expected, it was sort of a catfish Look, Dot Mob, everything else irrelevant King shit, pull up to the Grammys on a elephant Niggas is delicate, shell in the chest They thought I been dead, that's the Mandela effect Hell in the flesh, he yellin' he next? Tell him to bet Tell whoever done slept, tell 'em I'm ahead of the rest, yes Whoa, and I'm back talkin' reckless Rap battle vein pokin' out the neck shit No convos, I came here to wreck shit I ain't really tryin' to chill, I'm like Netflix I eat niggas for breakfast, egg whites Got the strip bacon on a late night I've got a bitch thick as a pot of grits Throw a little cheese on and now you got a fish Got a grip, bitch pretty, shit stainless Metal in your mouth for talkin' silly on some Bane shit No more Mister Nice Guy, it's fuck me likewise Time for bed, turn off the nightlight I get the head, then make a scurry to the side Like a Asian store clerk, "Bitch, hurry up and bye!" And the rules to the game never switch up Play as hard as you can play, get your chips up But if it's a mix-up and you get tripped up Nigga, keep your lips shut, ugh I know these niggas hatin' all up in they feelings But broke niggas never had a right to an opinion Fuck critics, you can't tell me shit if you ain't did it first Fifty, second hand count sixty, it's been a minute Killer casino, yellin' out, "This crap table hot" Oh you tight on your ends, huh, that's why you play the slot? You triggered money on that girl, don't say you not You whined until she popped up on you, jack-in-a-box, huh? You trap queen, and ain't no fakin' the locks I'm bout Fetty, nigga, these white balls eighty a Wap So, nigga, come my way, I'll raise the murder rate A hundred and two shots, got seventeen .38s Great chef, I stick around till the beef done And Marl still poppin' locks like rerun It's best if I burn you, because if he come You're nocturnal, trust, nigga, you don't wanna see, son