A$AP Mob - Funkmaster Flex Freestyle (2014) lyrics

Look, I’m out for presidents
That represent me
Benz and Bentley, head from Lindsey
Like Lohan, nigga evidently
The hoes in every city, hella swift
Once had a bad yellow bitch let her strip
Life ain’t been the same ever since
The oddball in a room full of elephants
My elegance take me to them other elements
With jew and jewels, a chain full of evidence
My jewelry is my jury and
My face got embezzlement
Motherfuckin’ syndicate, delicate
Intelligence
Connected out to the Netherlands
My music goes out and moves predicates
So mommy, tell a friends and tell a friend
Run and tell a friend and tell a friend
Email me to tell a friend
That crack I got will sell gain
Swear this purple lean is like my medicine
Could probably roll some weed and
We the best of friends
Probably go to places that I never been
I heard that voice up in my head again
Represent

Yo, ayo, I’m passing focus
I’m in my zone, fuck who haven’t noticed
Hoes ain’t like me, said I’m ugly
Now they actin’ open
Pussy soakin’ I pimp that hoe
Like my name Goldie
The name’s Nasty, yeah, Your freak know me
I beat the box, leave that thing swollen
Peace to my city with my hammer loaded
Pigs annoying like the sound of locusts
I style wild plus my rhymes the dopest
My squad’s the best
A bunch of lyrical soldiers
Rock a fella, Hova’s culture
We drink Henny like soda
Reject chicks like "hold up"
And know the game like we supposed to
Our lives are like the rollercoaster
The up’s and down’s keep my fam closer
No sneak attacks
These niggas can’t approach us damn jokers
We stack chips to keep the heat from vultures
That any day could try to run up on us
Mob life

Mob Life, A$AP Mob life I fuck a mob wife
I did it twice yeah I’m trife
I don’t give a fuck
I kill a nigga do life do life twice you
Do 2pac like I roll dice
Put your life on the line
Bet it nigga I dead it
Who said it they don’t want it
With niggas who set the game
Fuck that I don’t even need a chain
I get bitches off the game, or the swagger
In the lyrics you couldn't hear
It my shit exquisite i’m in the… (ugh)
When I flow it, I keep it going
He got the pink bucket
Like fuck it I gotta tell her suck it
She ain’t never do it her man coming
And now she ducking
Now I’m in the truckin’ and we in the beamer
Couldn’t see him
When he coming through gleamin’ because I
Got this bitch named Tima
And she gave me her number last
Summer frontin on a nigga
Now I got a number one song
She running to a nigga, fuck that

Oh, you talkin’ about Tima
Riding in the beamer? (yeah)
And the sneakers was looking cleaner now
They all on lean up
Now I’m tipping lean up now
I’m on the clean-up
‘Cause I’m cleaning all these rappers
Niggas know I’m in this
Going to the cleaners with the Beamer ‘cause
I got that new Versace shit
Now my shit is cleaner and
I’m chilling with Flex
And your bitch give me sex
And she give me the next
When I’m grabbing her text
‘Cause I got the tech with the vest
And you shooting at your neck
Nigga you about to get it next

I'm so bomb, Flex drop one
Fuck that, hella hoes, Flex we got one
Yo, I might be like 2Pac’s son i pop one
Fuck that take it to Queens I pop them
Fuck that got a shotgun, Glock Glock, pull it
Fuck that, you couldn’t see these, ra ra
Bullets
Ra ta ta ta, Ra ta ta ta, nigga fu-fu shit
Fuck that I come through with
That exclusive new shit
You on that FUBU shit
I’m I got a new boo shit
I don’t give a fuck I’m on that red shit
That blue shit
That white, black shit you act quick
Get smacked quick, i don’t give a fuck i rap
Until I got chapped lips
I keep chapstick my flow make
You do black flips
I act sick, you act sick? I pack six
Guns, triggers, niggas, couldn’t fuck with us
Tommy Hilfiger, we brought it back
All of that
Starter caps and we got the naughty shorties
They love it, coming in the club with forties
Like, we couldn’t afford these
Motherfuckin’ wine and champagne bottles
Is you out your fuckin’ mind?
I could save a dime, a hundred times
If I pop it like I’m fuckin’ balling
But I ain’t, I’m shot calling
Who coming home?

Yo, yo, when you getting slow bucks they
Come at your name
And I come off flipping like Flex and Dame
Niggas don’t know I stay flexin’ on ya dame
And that bitch gave me the ass
She gave me the brain

Until 50 cent run up and take your chain
He ain’t gonna do that to me
‘cause I got that thing
Oh shit, I heard he with the G-Unit gang
Ay, but we with that A$AP MOB

Shout outs to Slow Bucks
That’s my nigga, he know it's love
I give no fucks
I know this bitch named Simmy
She gives me slow fucks
You know I gave about four bucks
‘Cause she a known hoe, but you know
Keep that on the low though
I walk down yellow brick like Toto
I got a four do’, ruby slippers
I got my bitch with her
She got a bitch Suzie with her
And you know I did it in the Jacuzzi
And you remember them bitch from
Back in the day with the finger waves?

You talking about Suzie, in the Jacuzzi?
Wearing Gucci? She got the fat coochie
With the big ass booty?
(uh huh) I remember that shorty
She was drinking a forty and
She was acting naughty
Yeah, I like to get up in the red though
And she liked my clothes and
She liked my earlobes

Yeah though, but you know
She likes to fuck with the weirdos
We don’t do those, I’m a werewolf
We don’t wear those
I like the bitches, the birds, I flock ‘em
I’m a scarecrow flacko be the name, yeah ho
Fuck that shit it’s my year though
Nast what you said
Remember the bitch that would give

We shot but we don’t ever hear though
I’m here but I’m not like air though
I put the shot to your earlobe
Yo Nasty style, nasty baby, and I’m wild
Who that? That’s the kid, go ask about him
Hold up, niggas throwfrom the bottom
Fuck that

I got one question, while you flowing
Flex been doing this for years so he knowing
We got it open and you know this shit clean
Ayo, Flex you a vet, can I get a sixteen?
What’s popping man? Let me hear something
Drop a bomb for the town nigga
(I don’t even have a ten or a twelve)

I’m out for presidents who represent me
I’m hardcore buzzing
Ain’t got time for stunting
Ain’t got time for nothing
I’m that new era quit your speculation boy
That’s nasty baby, now he crazy, like
Who fucking with the boy?
Super lowed out, I had my team, my sneaks
My jeans and all that perform in all black
Your bitch is wet like where her draws at?
I’ve had in all that
I’ve fucked her once and never call back
Can’t trust these dusty bitches
On my ballsack fuck with the door cracked
You clowns can hate or get your skull cracked
When I be wasted
Taking blunts of Cali’s finest took
Each to the face i know complacent G’s, warm
Hearted the rapper-type, that act alike
No we don’t rap alike, the
Flow courageous, son of Satan, we up

YG Addie back on that bullshit
Like Carl Ripken when the ball hit
Y’all broke niggas giving out no tips
Y’all order one bottle, y’all share sips
You got no hoes nigga you ain’t no pimp
I about to touch the sky see
My name on a blimp
Bought Coke white air-1’s looking like a mint
Lint on your pocket looking real famished
Get a little buzz then y’all vanish
I’m over the pot, I’m doing magic
I rush like a brick, real tannish
I speak into the plug in Spanish
I got a dope strip, out in Kansas
I ride on a horse like a bandit
Send me back in school like a fucking campus
Free crack, free crack I whip in the wrist
I got a red nosed chick just like a pit
(Chanting: Drop a bomb on it Flex)

Yo, I’m like die another day try another day
Niggas dying everyday
I’m just tryna get away
Feeling nice up in the stu’
I’m just tryna get my pay
Is he tryna play it safe
Well I’m tryna make ya shake break the bank
Like my nigga Q all up in your safe
I got this bitch think I’m cute
All up in my face
If she move like she gotta move
She can get a spade if I do what I gotta do
I could get a plate
Feel it’s hard up in these street
I’ve been starving for some weed
Fuck the stardom
I’ll take the fuckin’ sneakers off your feet
Look at me, so unique
Tell you niggas I’m just living like a G
In the land of the free, I’m just tryna be me
See, free is the only way to be motherfucker
(Chanting: Drop a bomb on it Flex)

I jump like Wesley in White Men Can’t Jump
Don’t touch my shoes
These ain’t Reebok Air Pumps
I’m balling different these
Yves Saint Laurent
I’m telling you I put crosses
On them like AND-1
I’m Shamguard with the Vanguard
I’m a damn Lord not a damn guard
Most of you like damn broads
Pocket full with tampons sickening
Get a teaspoon of this medication
Keep working and watch he
Boom of a dedication
Blow up like it's detonation
So much I could dead a nation
Martin had a dream? Well I
Be blacking like it's segregation
Hold up? What I say? I said I’m not Madoff
But I made off, scheming on niggas pay off
I never take a day off
Your stache is shaved off, like Adolf Hitler
You should lay off
On the game you talk ‘cause you fake dog
You never pushed no yay dog
Ain’t seen no keys like Ray Charles
It’s me and Meek in a Maybach
We get Wale and take off
We got your bitch in a big house
She walkin’ hype like "Hey Rock
How you doing?"
Get with her and take her now we ballin
Out to the Lakers how we ballin’
Like you vacant
You probably catching the vapors
House on a hill
Fucked your girl and your neighbors
Thinking Khloe don’t know me? I’m
In the Kardashian haven
I’m in a Kardashian, I’m lying
Can’t I pretend?
They say fake it ‘til you make it
Well let the faking begin
I got a bitch with fake titties
Fake ass she all in the Benz
Titties will probably fall like a
Ball when she bend my niggas from Harlem
And Philly all get it in
If your bitch come around us
We fucking her and a friend