MGK - Funk Flex Freestyle (2012) lyrics

Look, when you mentioning Cole
Why ain't you mentioning Kells?
And when you talking 'bout greats
Better put me up there with Drake
And when they mentioning lyrics I
Hear 'em talking 'bout Kendrick
But next time put my name it
It before you finish that sentence, fool

Kid Kells Boy lemme get my 2's in
The game open they doors for me
Boy tell me who let you in
And a crack between the walls so small
You couldn't even fit your boots in
Dump heat whenever I speak
MC's 6 feet deep underneath all them tulips
Now he shootin', shootin'

MGK Man he

Flow sick and I just



Epidemic in the street

Suck on my dick n' you will

Smoke a little weed and get

Higher than a motherfucker
'til somebody holler my name out
In the street like


Okay, I meet him, greet him
Get his girl, leave him guts, I beat them
Booties, I keep them
Another set of PO, cups to pee in
I'm in England spending Euros treatin'
So instead of white, im European
Rap like crack now, you're ODin'
Come at me with any drama, my family ties
Will fold you up like an accordion
And according to the crack in the sidewalk
Most these rappers bitches
Breaking down my doors with beef
I will rip you, rip you off your hinges
Quit pretending you pretentious
Or vicious, then come get at me
Red dots all over your face like acne
CLICK CLACK


Look, they be sayin' best rapper alive, Who?
Kells who you oughta know
I chop these other rappers down
They fallin' like Geronimo holla though
Haters n' the foes need to stop it
I will hit that bitch
Pass her 'round the room like a bop-it
Back to the topic, and in case you forgot it
I was all about my dick
And how you haters jock it
F him, F him, She's ight, F You
And if you forgot procedure lemme
Show you what to do:
Make sure you keep four fingers down
Keep one up say if you ain't talking about
More money please shut up
Me, I'm on the come up
I don't know what you 'bout
One million, two million
Let me know how you count
And I'm nominated as youngin' of the year
Red Rover, Red Rover
Bring that money over here
And steer, and make sure I remain in my lane
But that's symbolic cause I'm
Really on a plane
Look, and I Red Rover, that's ironic
Because I don't play no games
I don't pass or rock like J
I ain't messing with you lames hold on, uh
Said I don't pass or rock like J
Cause I ain't with you dames

Excuse my back trick, need no practice
Cause I spit crack like Nino rapped this
And I'm a star in the galactic
Being forward with the kid the wrong way
Or get your head spun backwards
Open cans of whoop-ass like I unpacked it
I've been patient all week and
Now I feast on savage
And eat each haters heads up like cabbage
To eternally bind them in
My stomach like marriage
This fairy needs medical
Call up the horse and carriage
We don't, dig this, grab a shovel get buried
If I don't get my respect i will
Cut your family
Cut you mother, Cut your sister
More importantly your daddy
Should run up but he ain't half the man
You bitches this is literal lyrical combat
Get stitches
Me and Flex, Kells is the next, best
Artist in the game? Yes
When you mentioning Cole
I know you mentioning Kells
When you talking about the greats I know
You put me up there with Drake
And when you talkin''bout lyrics I
Heard you mentioning Kendrick
But next time put my name in
It before you finish that sentence

Fool lace Up
Ugh