Flatbush Zombies - Flatbush Zombies | Funk Flex | #Freestyle095 lyrics

Every motherfucker with a gun ain't a mobster
(facts)
Every bitch with an ass ain't poppin' (facts)
Every beat with an 808 ain't knockin' (facts)
Bring it back please, rewind this
Every rapper with a platinum
Plaque ain't a problem (facts)
Every nigga flippin' packs ain't a hustler
(more facts) everybody buy 'cause profit
Ain't always progress (faaacts)
All these new wave niggas
Lyin' when they rappin'
When they really just be talkin' about
Some shit that never happened
Same niggas rapping 'bout same whips
Same fashion and bitches tryna' get real
Love with fake asses (Haha)
Chase asses, mind and your body got an equal
The rule over the second
I think the side track I figure, I mentioned
Last chick i had super bad, but you burned me
(facts) thank god it wasn't herpes!
Lazy bitches screaming where the surgeons at
Now black girls off white
Like Virgil’s brand
Then you got these fake gangbang
Niggas on the 'gram
Snitchin' on themselves via cam
Excuse me I think Juice laced my weed again
I don't trust nobody, no not even my (self)
That's why I keep a condom on my (dick)
Before I leave the (crib)
You can't buy no bitch's love
Boy there are always bigger (shrimp)
If she with you 'cause you fuck
Her she gon' find some better (dick)
Bitches party, party, party
Like the spring break (effect)
See your booty on the 'gram
And never pictures with your (kids)
Why your uniform so dirty and your
Timbs are scuffed to shit
Meanwhile, you are on vacation
Every weekend is (lit)
Niggas buy jewelry, buy jordans, buy
Bema, buy rova, buy rolex
Buy gucci, buy louis, but
You can't buy culture, nigga not my culture

Hey, ok lavish nigga expensive habit's
Nigga dramatic
Nigga type to straight flip out and
Stab a nigga for a penny
Eventually he gonna win grammy nigga
The Plan-B giver
Won't see me in the family picture backwards
Fella hit the weed then beat the beat
Like Adrian Peterson to be his seed
Her head so good that I
Invested in a guillotine
This is me, six feet deep
Crabs in a bucket to kill my brother just
To hit my peak it's sad but
It is the way it be, savagery
Invest in carrots to cover my cavities
Paranoia sauce to capture
(me) , semi-automatic (me)
Blasted by the sheets enough
To alter your reality
Don't let the reception be your
Reflection keep your balance G
Try to find the symmetry in
The midst of calamity my eyes glow red
Like that room in Amityville
Be real, bitch I'm wit
Pussy so wet nigga need gills (real deal)

Excuse my aggression my tribe
Call for questions
If I'm made in god's image why am I blemished
Two white lighters I made
It through twenty seven zombie Gang
Dead niggas throwing out like Hendricks
Die on the set, like Bruce and Brandon
A stranger is just a friend of
An enemy you haven't met yet
But Satan was once an Angel
Don't you forget that
I gotta do what the fuck I want, fetish
Name a nigga nicer, I slice and dice his life
On the mic, I rhyme like the life on the line
Do suicide
So me and Biggie and Big L can solve Mr ouija
Can Pac see me writing these lines?
Those ain't loses, those is lessons
Count my sins, but skip my blessings

I have some more for these niggas

I coulda been in the Wu
Coulda been in the Commission
Coulda been in Tha Dogg Pound
Knockin' all the buildings
Coulda been a hot boy
I'm already gold grillin'
Coulda been a Public Enemy
Tryna' make a difference
Hennessy gallons an enemy, blurred my vision
Drunk drivn', hit a dip and swerve my nigga
Vivid shit
Illiterates could see these words my nigga
I could do better
I think that she after my cheddar
I check the closets 'fore I fuck just to
Make sure it's not a set up
I think I'm done I ain't gonna lie

Hit me with vivid image I knew it
And my influence assuming that I do it
The choices could buy movement
My voice wasn't hallelujah
We praising the wild but losin'
Discression advised when yo watching the
Cops in the two impossible and flawless
Renegades with the stake of fortune
If you can't relate you ain't on it
Chases Forbes list zombie gang running mates
For the 8th orbit crosshairs right there
You are the main target
Hardest artist, stain full of garbage
We their fathers
Proudest, killing their sons and
Their whole squadron
Rabs brolic, shit ain't working out
This seem
Armani style, versatile we be in the tropics
I told Flex "Drop a bomb
If you hear a problem"
I'm all black like I'm dressed
With the dearly departed
Blur the lines, I ain't blurring mine
Scratch the surface
Headstone down payment on
Your casket purchase
Rap is easy but this rapping
Shit it make me nervous
Are you that determined
'cause you lacking purpose
What I'm 'posed to do?
You niggas too emotional
I'm not even a sane man
I just look approachable hit or miss
Whole game stuck on their nigga shit
Head crack, like Ventriloquist
Cops got me hammed up, here's a stitch
Here's a situation, tell her for a nation we
Don't even get impatient time's a wasting
Foul talk is metaflagrant
This shit is basic dog
Waiting for elimination
Just 'cause you got streams don't
Make your song hot
Just 'cause you got a nose-ring
Don't make your boy 'Pac
Unemployed, but I'm still working
Like a auto-shop tired of them warning shots
Zombies skrrt the parking lot breathe easy
Rap timid, the game needs me
Independent nigga still produce his own CD
Plaque form, back form, balling like a PG
Only nigga making beats is
Talking this greasy
Easy, Arc'll bust a chest like a beatie
Been a long time 'til you
Niggas come and see me
Last time is on the line
My Knicks niggas need me
Been around the back like I
Travel with a team, b
Niggas whole career, AirBnb
Need to see recepit's
Don't own a flow or a goal or a proper tee
Imockery, keep few grams in my pocket tee
Fiends blow my high but my
Pride ain't stopping me
Word to blabla why you lying to the Socrates
Raised dynamic like the range
Of my knocking beats
Architect and my man Flex on the Hot 9
Niggas out their pocket while you
Craining for the combine

Yeah, April 6, Vacation in Hell
It's getting hot, it's getting hot baby
Too hot

Zombie Gang in this bitch
Vacation in Hell, April 6th
I think I just fucked your bitch
Yeah, let's get it bitch, yeah

Pass the weed now, I'm smoking by myself
I'm Kobe in 24 and I don't need no help
Hardest work, bag it up, I don't need a scale
Fuck the cops, fuck the ops
I don't sleep well
Now I heard they snitching
Trying not to see sales
Blessing the Lord, I'm living
Let's get 'em all familiar
All that king talk, 'gon end up in a river
Self reclaimed, ain't the same
You just in your feelings
Been the same, how y'all changed
Look up in the mirror
I ain't playing nigga, this ain't Fortnite
Punch you in the face
Motherfucker I'm spitting all night
They trying copy flex, these niggas all bite
Avianne diamonds, these shit's is all bright
I'm really truely living
These niggas truly gimmicks
Imma keep going, icon living
Jaden Smith moon walks, high as John Lennon
Lucy in the sky
I'm just tryna touch some lives
Paint a picture, change the world
I'm just too hard to define
All these cops killing niggas
Man that shit is out of line
They control us by the masses
Still we living like we blind
Rest in peace Prodigy, Sean P and Big E
If he stepping out of line I paint him like
Most you rappers out of time
I feel like I'm Big E new day, big three
I'm black and I'm still me
Most you can't come up here, free Shmurda
Murder, free Meek
We the Zombies and you might
Not ever heard us sold out around the world
Coke leaders set the quota
Hit the wave on them boys, four quarters
Steph Curry, fonzarelli
Coolest nigga on the block, Santana, free the
Me Against The World like 'Pac
Beast Coast coming gunning for
That number one spot put it on my headstone
They just do it for the clout
And it seems like these niggas out of touch
Last stop, 2 train get your baby momma fucked

Last 2 train, Flatbush Avenue last stop
It's going back home to Brooklyn with it
Haha, you already know