O.T. Genasis - Funk Flex Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] My mama said, "Never go out after nine" f** that time cause I had me a nine Watched a homie cook that zone in the kitchen .357 with a nose like Pippen I always asked, "Can I go to my granny house?" It's easier to sell 'em bags out the candy house I never had time for my b**h cause I'm gone Out with the homies so she think I'm doin' wrong She say, "Be careful cause they might hit you up" I'm lookin' at this b**h like I don't give a f** Burner on my hip, yeah, the life of a thug All my homies bang, I just wanna sell d** My homie locked up, puffin' n***a in the room The way this sh** goin', sh**, I might seem soon Rubber grip, hollow tip, .44 Mag' Brains outta pocket, make 'em look like it's red [Verse 2] Got so many hoes on my dick now Thirsty, yeah, I'm the sh** now Plug said, "Thirty for a brick now" All the cash in my pocket can't fit now Big chain, one ring, one watch f** one, lick one, one watch When it comes to pimpin', I'm a veteran Ain't the most attractive but I got hella bands See me in the club, that n***a With at least two hoes, Jack Tripper Dick in her mouth, she gon' swallow She gon' do anything for a baller Uh, now she losin' All this bread got her best friend choosin' Been starin' at me, no, they ain't cool But Imma really f** her now cause they ain't cool Dark a** n***a, I don't give a f** Dog a** n***a, motherf**er rough Go hard, no pa** And if you drive out here, you gettin' no gas They like me, they like me I don't love 'em, I'm just actin', where's Spike Lee? Moral of the story is I got hoes, in different area codes