Safaree | Funk Flex | #Freestyle078

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Look telll me why they all surprised that I got lines Take my picture every time I hit the stop sign You a moody bitch, you must be the Sag sign And like a homeless nigga I will never drop dimes See they got my flow, need 'em to run it back I put the gun to your belly like a stomach tat Your girl be quick with the balls like a running back Y'all a group of pussies, Thundercat You outdated and you rock an Ed Hardy tee I'm like a butcher with the hands, how I slaughter beef I peep a lot of bullshit that they hardly see Some bitches mad that you popped a shot to Cardi B Your beat stuck like cement in between the bricks And when they ask who the nicest, I'ma lead the list Five star where we dine, I don't eat the grits And like a New Yorker, yeah, I seen all the nicks I am aiming for the top like a helipad I'm still relevant so you know they hella mad Red Ferrari but for now I'm in a yellow Jag I'm not a bellman but all I do is get the bags Call a concierge and tell him send a cart up And like the top of roller coasters, get your heart up I'm never with the chitter chatter that they're starting up Somebody go tell Akademiks shut the fuck up I've been shitting on them now it's time to switch the stall Shout out Messiah, he the reason I don't hit them all And once she down on her knees she don't forget the balls And like an unpaid bill you never get the call You so trash I'm appalled like my name's Chris Get it? Chris Paul? Name Chris I'm a famous nigga looking for a main bitch [Interlude] Hold on man this feeling brrr Funk Flex, hold up, let me change the fur [Verse 2] Look, some niggas yelling on the track, that is not rap You rhyme like a tough guy, you are not that And like a man with no hands, you will not clap You not fly, you not a pimp, and you will not slap These metaphors at your head like a headrest And they ain't got no heart like a dead chest I fuck with motorcycles but I'm in the red 'Vette Real rap still alive, I ain't dead yet I am out of this world, bitch, 30 Rock And no I'm never pulling over for a dirty cop And don't treat me like a foreskin dirty cock You're a filthy male hen, dirty cock Like the true yellow line, bitch, I'm in the streets Stunt man stay hot like I live in heat You love how I'm in the pocket and I ride the beat I'm the winner and the sinner that they'll never beat Half of you haters go ahead and click the link bio I'm the horizon, niggas surprised they not on trial I'm disguising fake phones so don't dial I'm connected, Verizon, call FiOS You niggas dream about girls that I bone Fur God got me looking like the fly zone Now they calling him and wanna be my clone Quit tapping me I am not an iPhone I'll go bar to bar like I'm in the pub district You don't get no bread but you love biscuits You should be a sub teacher with your sub disses You are so washed up, bitch, you love dishes I don't rap about pots or Pyrex I don't care about thots or my ex I'm six foot three, I ain't never high yet I deal with it up front there ain't no side bet I'm stepping out my neck be looking like the sun set And sending straight soldiers who ready for the drunk text You think I'm worried about these bitches or some bum ex? You think they want to see me shine here with Funk Flex? Th-This a freestyle but I'm never booked for free They offer 10K but I never took the fee I'm me, you're you, him I suck to be I'm not a fisherman but your girl's hooked to me I don't do CNN or go state the news First place in every race, I never wait to lose I'm full speed with the lines, yeah, I hate to cruise Like Tom's ex wife I'll be hating Cruise Get it? Tom Cruise? Kate Cruise? You got a bunch of niggas waiting for some damn food I hated school but this feel like this the honor roll And when it come to the bars, yeah, I'm on a roll I need a big house pool with the sauna cold And when we celebrate like we just kicked a soccer goal Hold on little bitch cuz it's feeling brr And it's a fox just in case you want to know the fur And don't she say real words so they blame the slur You don't have a backbone so you fade to her I don't ever settle I'm a wannabe more I'm a killer shit but I'm not from B more I'm the one and the two and the three four I had this girl squatting on me like a seesaw You not a leader not a boss you don't write the check You want a buddy pass cuz you can't ride the jet I keep a bad bitch like I'm inside the 'Vette You always lose against me when you try to bet I'm not a ghostwriter cuz I'm living in the flesh I'm schooling 'em, I never give the answers to the test I'm moonwalking so I guess that he look the best They need to smile more cuz these haters look depressed You talking 'bout you want steak, that is Alucard You taking pictures in a rental, that is not your car Funk Flex on the side means I'm a star Like a flak bench all I do is raise the bar We have different parents, I am not your big bro I am always in the front like a big toe All the pros didn't know she was a big ho I rep Brooklyn, bitch, this that big flow Strip!