#Freestyle060 Funk Flex

[Intro: Benny the Butcher] Griselda records, the almighty Buffalo, stand up We gon' get right into it Yo, we want y'all to feel it 716, y'all know what we bout to do Stand the fuck up! Yo, it's Benny, the Butcher! [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] Got em on us in the club, the staff just didn’t search us Ratchet chicks in skirts with ratchets in they purses Big shit, I walk up clappin shit in person Y’all pack them little burners, those accidental murders Tryna get money, that’s a nigga purpose 100 till they lower my casket in the surface Cross paths with a serpent I’m blasting it for certain They only shoot back when they rap they little verses When these rappers meet me, half these niggas nervous Praying I don’t snap and wrap em in a curtain Guilty cause they life don’t match up with they verses Half them niggas worthless, we actually put the work in No dope boys who drove e-classes with a permit That’s brick talk you need karate classes to interpret I’m out in L.A in traffic with the lurkers, smoking moon rocks in the back of a Suburban Hitting licks, broad day with the neighbors watching Had us locked playing spades with the table hostage Beefing with the cable watchers, cause Golden State played the Rockets and we gon’ risk our date to watch it I'm on seafood and plates of pasta I feel like Dr. Dre mixed with Frank Sinatra I'm Mayweather, you McGregor, I'll explain the concept Imma show niggas rolling ain't the same as boxin' That's why I mention how good I'm at cooking the brick Once so deep in the game when I stood I couldn't repent Stood on the strip, P89 floor to the tip, these bullets is swift Prolly gon' lift the hood of ya whip Main nigga I ain't never been belittled before, that shit gets hands with niggas in the middle of war You a street nigga? Gotta keep a pistol or sword Think quickly, you lost and learn how to forget what you saw Talking straight hustlin', tryna park the Wraith stuntin'