Desiigner | Funk Flex | #Freestyle044 lyrics

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[Verse]
My n*ggas be mobbin' all day
50 shots in the K, I let it spray
Get tackled by bullets, you get in my way
My life is a game so I'm ready to play
I'm smellin' that kumba, you sniffin' that yay
f*ck what you say 'cause a n*gga get shot
Totin' that Glock and a n*gga get popped
Now a few opps, they be snitchin' to cops
Think I'm a baby boy, no I ain't Jody
Pick up that .40, put holy your moly
The way I got two phones you think that I'm Kobe
Smokin' on dope, you call Zack and that Cody
If you got problems I'll call up my broski
f*ckin' so good and her pus*y get swole
Bullets hit you and it damage your soul
This is what happens you tell what you told
Rippin' that white like a slave on a soul
Pen is makin' that cash
Smoke with no scope and you callin' that blast
Givin' me brain and I'm thinkin' too fast
Hannibal Lector, I put on that mask
I'm whippin' the Jag, grippin' the mag
And if you run, a whole clip in your ass
Your b*tch suckin' di*k while she doin' the dishes
She got a small mouth, the way she be lippin'
The mack, got your boo, Scottie breathin', be Pippen
The beeper chirp, that's not an upper ignition
A n*gga said you dodgin' me, is you kiddin'?
12 tried to lock me up but a n*gga beat the case
Tried to put the drugs on me, guns on me, I speed away
I done jumped out, i8
Two cars, made n*gga, see the Wraith?
TMZ tell my mommy, daddy
Tried to lock me up, put me in the cage
Got that Ruger on me, a .45 in the cooler on me
Steroids and a few homies
Everybody tried to back out
Everybody had toolies on me
Everybody see a young n*gga gettin' money
So n*ggas pulled it on me
Everybody tryna get a live brick
Everybody f*ck with the phony
Ayy I f*ck around, pop sh*t
Don't touch, I'll pop sh*t
Shout out to the G.O.O.D. Music
Kanye 'cause I got rich
Two Bimmers, got a couple b*tches and a couple....
Lobby
See me pull up with a couple bad b*tches
Everybody poppin'
Couple of heaters on me
Finna pull up with them speakers on me
You talkin' up and get heated, homie
f*ck around, 'round, gon' get it
From the trip, n*gga know you with it
From the trip, n*gga know I did it
On the 40 deuce and a couple b*tches
In the Uber truck, ain't nobody snitchin', ayy, ayy
12 tried to lock me up, but a n*gga beat the case
Tried to put the drugs on me, guns on me
Everybody tried to beat the Wraith
Halloween, bugged out, thugged out
Everybody tried to be a snake
Cops told me that's my gun, my gun
Everybody see the Wraith, that's my whip
Don't touch, that's my sh*t
Don't touch, that's my sh*t
Don't touch, that's my sh*t
Don't touch, that's my sh*t
Cop told me that's my drug, that's my gun, that's my sh*t
Don't touch, that's my sh*t
Don't touch, that's my sh*t
Don't touch, that's my sh*t
Don't touch, that's my brick
Don't touch, that's my b*tch
Don't touch, that's... I'm rich
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