Yg Funkmaster Flex Freestyle Lyrics

And I can put that on seats
Frog IP used to put that on sales
I got red strings in my chest, though
'Cause all my homies cut crack and cut throat, though
If you don't believe in seven days stop bitching
You is a bust, the type that homie made busting issues
And that's how they start snitching
Now your homie need a lawyer 'cause the DA got witness
Goddamn, that's some fucked up shit
He went to Dale and that's when I fucked his bitch
I'm a west side T wearing motherfucker
Bust a mission and I run 'em, now I carry 'em, motherfucker
Who's bragging, my nigga RJ bang anthems
He kill a bang 40, nigga, that's not sporty
In the hood you turned down if you ain't DC
Look, every blood nigga have a crib bitch
Nigga, in high school you wasn't banging, nigga
You was turning in homework, getting graded, nigga
Hit the county, get faded, 'cause all your statements you stated
You was state niggas, yeah, it's that freestyle shit
I need a ratchet bitch just to eat all this dick
While I'm riding in that Porsche, though, momma, I'm tryna make it on that source, though
My homie 'bout to go go, if it go platinum, sick ol' motherfucker for sure, nigga
That's some old dope, nigga, I be fucking more hoes, nigga
Walk around with a pocket of cash, bitches be bad
And they probably ain't got no ass, I'm still gonna smash, nigga, yeah