Q B Freestyle Pt.1

歌詞

Yo Funk Flex What the fuck is the deli my niggee? This is Nas in yo area Y'all know the signs, right? Ryhmes, cash, weed, cars Ghetto celebrities, hood moviestars Gat slingers now rap singers is Who we are, Nasty to Nas Nas to Escobar Rhymes, cash, da weed, cars Ghetto celebrities, hood moviestars Gat slingers now rap singers are Who we are, from Nasty to Nas Nas to Escobar Y'all know this shit right? We gonna get it right, get high tonight Funk Flex right? My first tool 22s I hung with crews and rocked funny jewels Gold chains, halloween We bombed sunday schools First blunts, cutting class First wifee had me nothing fast Used to brag about who I had Always wore a bag on my dick Pants sagged on my kicks, Converse Weapons, yellow, and purple magics Fur had that black shit Shorties jumpin on mattress 97, pockets is fat, rock a soccer cap Sunday, Yankee hats God, can he be black, thanks for that I'm original man, show improve The mack move right in my hand Blowdro, murderer, M.O., gone for O Tinted window, hennessy XO, fuckin' wit Esco Heavy metal go achoo, yo bless you Jail niggas go ta hell quicker Lick you wit that hunting shot Rockin VVS rocks, stylin, wildin Peace to Queensbridge housin Congratulate flex, five-hundred thousand SOLD Fuckin better than gold, nigga