Drakeo The Ruler - Flex Freestyle lyrics

Sheesh, everything I state is facts
I'm not these other street niggas
Bitch I can really rap
I'm ridin' round town with a
Tommy gun and a Jag
And you can disregard the yelling
RJ tied up in the back man stop playing
Pour that eight up in a Masi
I'm driving so fast
My eyes look like I'm crying
Of course my wrist shining
Don't ask me what these are
Bitch these are VVS Diamonds
It's hard to see the timing
And if I take a look for
Myself it might blind me
He the type of nigga put
Slashes in his eyebrows
Pigtail flat tops? please
Tell me what's that 'bout
One thing about Drakeo, no, I don't tap out


Bay Bay kids
Running around eleven years old
With the MAC out
You think I'm Yo Gotti the way
I just brought this sack out
Say I pour too much
That's the type of shit I laugh 'bout
This a three band pint
I guess I had to bring the Act out
And since everybody eatin' let's see
Splack bring a bag out
That's a fit and some strings
Put a wig in a Lyft
Send a bitch to the retreat
Tell that bitch bring my ends
Put the draco down, the
Engineer scared, so what, he ear hustlin'
Do 'em so cold, I will, the fit been mustard
Disgusting, suck me, fuck me
You bitches love me
You frown, you clown, you match
You must be crusty
I'm psycho, Michael Myers
I might just gut him
I'm in this shit to win
Ain't no fuckin' bein' humble
It's a dog eat dog world but
Ain't no poodles in the jungle
It's 2016, we ain't 'bout to Royal Rumble
Almost lost my balance and grabbed
The K 'fore I stumbled
What you say? speak up bitch
I can't hear you when you mumble
He yellin' too much on his track
Get him a muzzle
Thirty-two, what if rap don't work?
He ain't got no hustle
Watch worth twenty-five
Where was you at twenty-five?
Pimps me, diss me, silly, I know you miss me
This a see-through drum with death
Darts and it's fifty niggas grown ass men
How you ain't ever seen fifty?
Niggas talkin' that tough shit
Always end with just kidding
Bye bye bleed 'em
Who brought you the Stinc meaner
Spring cleaner, cold demon
Done mudwalked all through Neimans
These rocks in my watch done
Blurred all my seein'
Why you gas him so hard?
Bro we all human beings
I'm from 2 Greedy family
What I look like rap beefin'?
Shootin' K's on Naomi
Police like that's black people
Puttin' money on my watch
What the fuck these niggas thinkin'?
How I'm supposed to get in heaven
I just fist fought with Jesus
Finna wash down my sins with
A pint of MG-Peezy times three percocets
How the fuck I'm 'posed to think straight?
Niggas wanna rap beef but niggas
Ain't ever seen cake
Talkin' 'bout they want me, I just left MCJ
The whole shebang
I'm the closest thing to it
In the Masi thing, I traumatized the doors
You can tell I'm high
It's coming out my pores
Give me pints on pints on pints on pints
I'm scorched
The Nike sign is outlined on my 'ports
Twelve years old when I jumped off the porch
Central LP sim, what was you doin'?
Shit, clearly I wasn't into books
I was ridin' 'round town with
Flat heads and crooks
Lay a Drakeo on the rap game, please
These niggas shook
FN five sevens for niggas thinkin' they Suge
I don't need no pass, I'm
Drakeo, I know I'm good, ugh

Tell these niggas stop sneak dissin'
It's 2016, we ain't got time for all that
You feel me in the studio, you feel me
High as a motherfucker, I just
Bought a new AR, you feel me
We could do this all day my nigga, shit
You hear that?
That's what thirty thousand in
Hundreds sound like, tah, ugh
It's regular