Funk Flex Freestyle

[Verse 1] My mama said, "Never go out after nine" Fuck 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 bitch 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 bitch like I don't give a fuck Burner on my hip, yeah, the life of a thug All my homies bang, I just wanna sell drugs My homie locked up, puffin' nigga in the room The way this shit goin', shit, 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 shit now Plug said, "Thirty for a brick now" All the cash in my pocket can't fit now Big chain, one ring, one watch Fuck 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 nigga 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 fuck her now cause they ain't cool Dark ass nigga, I don't give a fuck Dog ass nigga, motherfucker rough Go hard, no pass 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