PHresher | Funk Flex | #Freestyle023

Lyrics

[Verse] Niggas I'm the PH man Homie, don't play that, 'cause y'all niggas straight ass I ate no breakfast, so you better break fast 'Cause once I get started, I ain't got no brake pads I can't stop, stop, drop, and roll 'cause my shit fire Last year the bar was high but this year I set it a bit higher Your wack-ass flow expired I'm inspired to inspire, no less than fifty done inquire About my whereabouts, fuck what you care about Act up if I point you out, they gon' air you out You don't really want drama, this ain't acting, no drama Had your bitch ass in trauma, word to my mamas Mama, you're my nana on my father's side Your story sounds good but you know that it's all a lie When I pull up niggas be mortified, horrified They should charge you for all the rides you takin' on niggas, zip I'm doing bigger shit Can't use big words 'cause niggas illiterate Bitch I ain't playing, I'm on some go get your nigga shit All these chains I wear, I'm feelin' niggerish, it's ridiculous Who's hot, who's not? Who's cold, who's hot? Who pickin' these niggas? I'm so sick of these niggas Fuck your title, man, I'm strippin' these niggas Snakes past me their arms, no Scottie Pippen these niggas What? Nigga I made you, why would I play you? Remember who upgrade you, you was smokin' K2 You was in that video lettin' niggas degrade you Little air up your ass, I've been a mess since grade school Faithful to my niggas and I've got a side Forty acres and a mule if I sign on the dotted line Matter fact, double back like triple that You like that thing above where your left nipple at Pussy how can you play me Brooklyn love me like Jay Z Blow cry like the '80s then my PJs raked I don't play with my money, you retarded and crazy Writing Goodfellas lately like fuck you pay Ain't been the same since I lost my brother Thanks I missed you hard to keep my feelings undercover Brother from another but even my mother loved you But it's a motherfucker when I catch you by the... better hide! You could've took my cat, you took my fuckin' job Tell 'em when I decide we was gon' hit the mall Only to Willi boys, nigga, we get it all Any problems I don't hesitate to get involved You in a better place, guess you in God's hands While I'm swingin' through the jungle like Tarzan Thankful whatever the lord bringeth Lord hath bring I need more fingers and I tall like Porzingis You don't dribble the ball at all You said he fallin' off, might as well call it off, foolio Two G's got the toolie out so act el stupido And now I make the call from the studio I got you now fuck who up next Centerpiece we got one Look at me on Funk Flex, haters see it's goin' down That's why they upset Wait a minute, was a layup, watch 'em dump next It was food stamps and EBT And now it's MTV and BET I used to pay for mics and my Yeezy's free So it's CTC or leave me be (Pussy!)