Funk Flex Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1]
My mama said, "Never go out after nine"
f*ck that time cause I had me a nine
Watched a homie cook that zone in the kitchen
.357 with a nose like Pippen
I always asked, "Can I go to my granny house?"
It's easier to sell 'em bags out the candy house
I never had time for my b*tch cause I'm gone
Out with the homies so she think I'm doin' wrong
She say, "Be careful cause they might hit you up"
I'm lookin' at this b*tch like I don't give a f*ck
Burner on my hip, yeah, the life of a thug
All my homies bang, I just wanna sell drugs
My homie locked up, puffin' n*gga in the room
The way this sh*t goin', sh*t, I might seem soon
Rubber grip, hollow tip, .44 Mag'
Brains outta pocket, make 'em look like it's red

[Verse 2]
Got so many hoes on my di*k now
Thirsty, yeah, I'm the sh*t now
Plug said, "Thirty for a brick now"
All the cash in my pocket can't fit now
Big chain, one ring, one watch
f*ck one, lick one, one watch
When it comes to pimpin', I'm a veteran
Ain't the most attractive but I got hella bands
See me in the club, that n*gga
With at least two hoes, Jack Tripper
di*k in her mouth, she gon' swallow
She gon' do anything for a baller
Uh, now she losin'
All this bread got her best friend choosin'
Been starin' at me, no, they ain't cool
But Imma really f*ck her now cause they ain't cool
Dark ass n*gga, I don't give a f*ck
Dog ass n*gga, motherf*cker rough
Go hard, no pass
And if you drive out here, you gettin' no gas
They like me, they like me
I don't love 'em, I'm just actin', where's Spike Lee?
Moral of the story is I got hoes, in different area codes