Tay Roc | Funk Flex | #Freestyle026

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Always workin', sittin' chillin' won't get a million We got extensions on the pistol, the clip Brazalian You might know me from URL, we in the building I'm that Maryland nigga Smack called for the killings Niggas know I'm hot, for them I couldn't say the same I'm smokin' on Khalifa kush outta paper plane Try and take a chain, get a Buck 50 that's major pain I make a razor appear from my mouth like David Blaine Niggas get they momma cut for tryna stunt You want a fade, the blade'll give you any design you want Think Roc a chump till I pop the trunk, I got the pump Come to your crib, run niggas out like I'm Donald Trump I'm never gon' lose, thought I would never shine Now I'm here, Flex, makin' upper-echelon moves I rock Designer when the weather all cool Them Giuseppe's got gold buckles like Leprechaun shoes Niggas ain't gotta feel me, bitches ain't gotta love me All I need is my blunt, hammer and God above me When you at the bottom broke as a joke it's not as funny I'm just tryna turn this flow I got into a lotta money Let me in the industry, it's gon' be a fuckin' problem I'm snatchin' niggas Rollies off 'em when I come across 'em I come through with the Cave, we the 300 Spartan And I just put a lens on the Tommy, shout out to Martin Ain't nothin' new, I've been this awesome since kindergarten Get involved in my business, get planted in the garden If niggas starvin', we get to robbin' Lookin' for whoever got beef with the sticks, we shish kebabin' You know I'm sick, get the Sudafeds Xannies and Percs on deck for whoever that do the meds Rudolph the reigns, dear Santa, the coupe is red Niggas run through the bread My belt buckle left a Medusa head Nigga, I let it ring from the finger like newlyweds Quick to draw, get you outlined what I do with lead Pussy you hard of hearin' till you was dead Words in one ear and out the other till a bullet go thru your head Hear me now? Not your folks I will pop the toast, shots'll go Through your Rolls Royce Wraith, you comin' out a Ghost It's funny till you die laughin' thinkin' Roc a joke Keep your chopper close We catch you slippin', that's vamanos Adios, 1800 ain't the block to post Youngins is starvin' and killin' whoever got the most I was a wild youngin too without a drop of hope One time I made 1500 off a block of soap [Verse 2] Straight from the jump, you cocksuckers do not run us Cannot son us, Roc one of the top gunners Where I'm from it be cold winters and hot summers Two things I don't trust: bitches and block numbers Cave all black, we don't color bang nothin' Niggas ain't weight hustlin', you niggas is straight bluffin' Left the trap for two years 'cause I caught a case buggin' Now I'm back, the temptation was worser than Dave Ruffin Itchin' to get back in the kitchen and shave onions Niggas ain't eatin' with us then niggas gonna hate, fuck 'em! I be outta state thuggin', doin' what I wanna I don't do it 'cause I gotta, I do it 'cause I'm gonna Nigga I'm from a strip if you slippin' you're just a goner Them niggas is gettin' pinched and they snitchin' straight to Your Honor You want a brick? The shit gon' cost you a Charger You want a half a brick? The shit gon' cost you a Honda You want a quarter brick? The shit gon' cost an Elantra We get rid of whip like an auction—what's your offer? We all are G's if y'all ain't seen us Gangsters don't die, they get chubby, they move out to Cartagena Where they pack Cuban cigars with reefer Run up on me, I'm lettin' off a nina You sweet as a margarita Pull up on a nigga and spark the heater He ain't have time to park his Beamer Left bullet holes in the parking meter Y'all all is divas, I shit on all of the nonbelievers Off the purple and Molly, feel like I've gone to Venus Your team haters, I don't deal with no cheapskaters Catch me in the Charger lookin' like Speed Racer Nigga 10 years ago I was a dream chaser I done seen paper, I'm no longer a teenager I used to hustle next door to the fiend neighbors Gave him a Tesla, he was still high a week later Industry niggas phony and I ain't seen faker You cross Roc we gon' crucify you and cremate ya Tie you up and hit your face with a cheese grater 'Cause you look like the type of nigga that do police favors Cops kicked the door lookin' for the P's though Had me in the court room smellin' like weed smoke I used to know this rich junkie that need coke He sniffed it in front of me out a rolled-up C-note He copped the ounce and put it in his Burberry peacoat He pushed a white Lex till his license got revoked I ain't seen him in a minute, nigga's a real addict If you see him, give him my number, tell him we still at it I'm tryna turn a half a kilo into nine squares Just in case you ask me where I see myself in five years I gotta do this for all my niggas that's not here Momma see her baby boy eatin' without the high chair If we ain't have it, we ain't stressin', we made it fast We was takin' niggas off of everything they had The whip clean, if they pull me over I make 'em mad Once they get the package I take the bus or I take the cab OG's told me chill or I couldn't play the ave Had to wisen up, I was cutthroat makin' cash I was takin' niggas cells with the fakest badge Burnt fiends with so much soap they could take a bath Niggas make me laugh, y'all crazy ass I don't give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trash