Mac Miller - Funk Flex Freestyle lyrics

Yeah uh, eatin' shawarma
Doin' drawings of Chewbacca
Bumpin' Flocka, fuck the drama
Marijuana been as calmin' as
The fuckin' Dalai Lama
Your style common as a little league
Sponsor from retarded kid's fathers
I'm at meetings
Shakin' hands and addin' commas
To my net worth talk about my money please
And feelings might just get hurt
This the same effect and less words
Chillin' with this asshole
He call himself Sweatshirt
I think this might be some of my best work
I let these bitches dive in
But it's head first
Applyin' pressure when I put together letters
I'm a king, I'm a myth
Beat a bitch down with my scepter
These Fendi treasures feelin' better than


A million sweaters in Alaska
Your raps are corny as Nebraska
Lacksa daisical bars
My throwaways will trash ya
High as NASA on acetone
Acid foam, talkin' trash like John McEnroe
You a little bitch
It's what the fuckin' cabbage patch is fo'
Watch me smack a ho
Turn around and catapult up
Above my castle's moat
Right into my fuckin' throne
Yo, this man is dapper, manufactured in hell
You candy rappers goddamn disasters, myself
I'm chillin'
Clubhouse, I'm demandin' passwords so
Villains can't infiltrate
This type of lifestyle that one simulates
My bitch is great
Had a dinner date with William Gates
He took her to his big estate
The bitch flipped the safe
Slid, escaped through the kitchen, bang
Dipped it down the interstate
Handed me the money, started suckin' me off
This a full-blown virus
We don't fuck with a cough
Made money off the white
Without touchin' the soft, i'm in there
Million dollars, I been there
'bout a few times
Mulan, she on the futon, tryna do lines
This coupe, I'm in
Highway about a buck fifty
Middle finger out the window
Who wanna fuck with me?
I told Dom's and Hodgy, "Stop poppin' molly"
Tryna blow up and die: some real kamikazes
Young fisherman sinkin' in Lake Michigan
Innocence, voice of an angel
Some Minnie Riperton
Exquisite bitch, gettin' lit
Live from the Wimbledon still sinnin'
This ill pimpin' is Bill Clinton
She butt naked swimmin'
I'm payin' her no attention
Workaholic, got a TV show
I know you seen the crib
Nasty since a youngin' mind sanitary birth
Watch a beat get buried in a hurst
Yeah, I kill myself
Mac hippie analog, you rap midi
Turn the camera's off
I made you snap and slap your bandana off
Your bitch greet me like I'm Santa Clause
Mouth wide i'm high as a satellite, see
I'm in ancient Greece
Gettin' head from Aphrodite mac is mighty
Got a bunch of whitey's actin' like me
I set the bar high
This a bizarre ride, word to Pharcyde
In plaid pants
Hit a hole-in-one on the par-five
Eyes closed, drinkin' whiskey
Let the car drive these hoes thirsty
See the dick and they large-eyed
The rawest rapper, baby forehead autographer
On top of Saturn
I'm sendin' shots from a rocket blaster
Believe me, this is where geniuses live
It's Most Dope
Be holier than all of Jesus's kids
But we speakin' to heathens and all of these
Even Stevens who don't need a reason
Just want a bitch they can feed with semen
No need for sleepin', cheeba
Gon' keep me dreamin', i'm faded
Been in Cali a little too long
It got me jaded
Hit Japan and I'm Instagramin'
Camera shy samurais fuckin' up a Jerm beat
Teach you how to vandalize
The bandana Santana tied my sound amplified
Screams on Kennywood's Steel Phantom rides
My pockets fat
Still lookin' for some pants my size
They over-analyze everything I fantasize
We could have a conversation
We could pantomime
Or you could come a little closer
Put your hand in mine
This life a prison, time to set you free
Watchin' movies in silence
Describin' what I see word