Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flex Freestyle, artist - Drakeo The Ruler. Date of issue: 06.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flex Freestyle |
| 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 |