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Funk Flex Freestyle #134

"Funk Flex Freestyle #134" Lyrics by Juice WRLD

My nigga Ski just walked in dis bitch

Me and my brother from another mother we getting rich

I pull up on him with that lito pussy nigga get stitched

I pull up on him with that lilo pussy nigga get stitched

Thats what I meant to said

This is off of the head

Ima leave em dead with his mom calling the feds

Screaming Juice Wrld killed my son and took his bread

Shoulda kept his ass in the house thats what I said

Really, im sick to the point these niggas need medicine

I spit to the point where they think its a speech impediment

Im ballin to the point where they finna give me a lettermen

Im at the door with money knocking like lil nigga let me in

Im sippin codeine

She doing cocaine

She catching nose bleeds

These niggas really really really think they know me

I dont go no new friends these niggas pollys

And they the typa niggas to rob on they homies

I dont got time for it do it by my lonely

Im in the cut totin toaster

Pull up then its over

Im the type to smoke them

Like im not sober

Uh, listen to the way that I spit it

Im the type to kill all this shit without writing a written

Or rippin a written or spittin a written the way I get it

Is the same way you bitch hop on my dick rib ribbit

Uh huh, uh huh ima moster

Killer a young straight Jeffery Dahmer

Dont believe me the ask you momma

I gave her that dick its so cold like Tandra uh

I can make her bed rock

I can make you head pop

When I give a headshot

I can make the beat drop

I can make the speak knockz

RIP to Speak Knocks im tryna get that lean stop

But I can’t give it up the double cup is gorgeous

So fresh that the gucci look like its a florist

Pull up on the scene with my bank account enormous

I feel like a monster

Bitch im filled with torment

Kill em everytime I hop on the mic and I kill shit

Im no limit so you know we bound to kill shit

Ain’t talking handy manny but my niggas’ll drill shit

Off of the Percocets its kinda hard for me to feel shit

I dont feel a goddamn thing

Married to the game like I said a goddamn ring

They say Juice Wrld name bitch and my name rings

Ima damn king

Ima damn king

Flexin and Finessin its a present to be

Its a present to be in a nigga presence you see

Ive getting cash everyday you woulda me

Ive been making money these niggas just make belief yea

Ay flex look how I do em

Hit him in his face until he started leaking body fluids

I feel like Waka Flocka or sum

Oh lets do it

Make love with my bitch and then I go make music yea

All these hoes wanna get to me but they can’t

They tryna fuck on a champ Kevin durant

Im getting cash all day fuck is you saying

On the ground AK spray thats where you layin

Im from another plant

Going harder than sum gravel and sum medal and sum granite

I pull up on the scene

Sit down you can’t stand it

Outlandish

Im gorillas in a mense

You just a kung fu panda

Ima pour her 4 in the fanta

That nina sitting on my lap like what you want from santa

You will get jack robbed like a Jack O lantern

I am brighter than a no green lantern uh uh

Im a champion really these niggas faker than mannequins

But this gucci on my is fresh like it came from a mannequin

Ima walk in the sky bitch

Im feelin like Anikin

Gucci all on my flannel(Stutter)

I get to damaging

Ima damager

Im the type to prolly go and fuck your manager

Get the cash all day get to blaming

Got the choppa on me cock it back and its no jamming

Automatic you want static then we got it dont forget

All my niggas poppin like its a mf zit

I pull up on you with that choppa tell yo ass to rest in piss, rest in clips rest in this

And best believe that im the shit so you better flush the toilet

Your girl suckin dick and I bet that she enjoyed

I ball like Michael J bitch im talking bout Jordan or Jackson

Gun get to singing call my choppa Toni Braxton

I need the money up front ain’t take it from the back end

Bad bitch getting hit im finna fuck her from the back end

Prolly hit her best friend screaming out Juice your dick is my intestines

She grab it like a mic lil shawty said she was testin

One two

Kick it like sum kung fu

Prolly shootin AK-47s out the sun roof

Sick of saying what I can do

What can my gun do

My gun will leave yo ass tied up just like a new shoe

Niggas really thinking they in it but they not tho

You want beef I got shells lets make nachos

You want beef I got shells like make tacos

Speaking of cheese I get that yea it nachos(Not yours)

I pull up at yo front door

You screaming out at my house like yo ass Motumbo

Hadouken hadouken hadouken thats just a combo

Serve it like green I ain’t talking bout Cilantro

Remember when I was living with my mom in the attic

Now im finna buy my mom a mf condo in Toronto

Bitch I am the bomb like Osama

All I know is commas

All I know is im smarter than a dolly llama

Prolly fuckin on a bitch from Tacoma

Getting all this cash rolling weed smell the odor

Ima young nigga but I got the mind of a older one

All these old rachet bitches best believe im over them

Im the type to get a bitch then hit her with a shoulder shrug

I got codeine in my cup

Everyday Im pouring up

I sip it then I pray to god that im not throwing up

They know its us

They know wassup

A racist bitch is prolly giving is shoulder rubs

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