Funk Flex Freestyle Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Eating shawarma, doing drawings of Chewbacca
Bumping Flocka, f*ck the drama,
Marijuana's been as calming as the f*cking Dalai Lama
Your style common as a little league sponsor from a 'tarded kid's father
I'm at meetings shaking hands and adding commas to my net worth
Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt
This the same effect and less words
Chilling with this asshole, he call himself Sweatshirt
I think this might be some of my best work
I let these bitches dive in, but it's head first,
Applying pressure when I put together letters
I'm a king, I'm a myth, beat a bitch down with my scepter
These Fendi treasures feeling better than a million sweaters in Alaska
Your raps are as corny as Nebraska
Lacka-daisical bars, my throw aways will trash ya
High as NASA on acid, acid tone,
Acid foam, talking trash like John McEnroe
You a little bitch with the f*cking cabbage patch flow
Watch me smack a ho, turn around and catapult off
Up above my castle's moat, right into my f*cking throne
This man is dapper, manufactured in hell
You candy rappers got damn disasters, myself, I'm chilling
Club house, in demand, passwords, surveillance can't infiltrate
This type of lifestyle that one simulates
My bitches great, had a dinner date with William Gates
He took her to his big estate, the bitch flipped the safe
Escaped through the kitchen bank, dipped it down the interstate
Handed me the money, started sucking me off
This is a full blown virus, we don't f*ck with a cough
Made money off the white without touching the soft, I'm in there
Million dollars, I been there, 'bout a few times
Mulan, she on the futon, tryna do lines,
This coup-I'm; in, highway about a buck fifty
Middle finger out the window, who wanna f*ck with me?
I told Dom's and Hodgy, stop popping mollies
Tryna blow up and die: some real kamikazes
Young fisherman sinking in Lake Michigan
Innocence, voice of an angel, so Minnie Riperton
Exquisite bitch, getting lit, live from the Wimbledon
Still sinning this ill pimping is Bill Clinton
She butt-naked swimming, I'm paying for no attention
Workaholic, got a tv show
I know you seen the crib, now she sees the youngin' rhyme
Sanitary birth, watch a bee get buried in the hurst
See, I kill myself
Mac hippie analog, you rap midi, turn the camera's off
I make you snap and slap your bandana off
Your bitch greet me like I'm Santa Clause, mouth water
High as a satellite, see,
I'm in ancient Greece, getting head from Aphrodite
Mac is mighty, got a bunch of whitey's acting like me
I set the bar high
This a bizarre ride, word to Pharcyde
In plaid pants, hit a hole-in-one on the Par 5
Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car drive
These hoes thirsty, see the dick...
The raw fapper, baby forehead autographer
On top Saturn, I'm sending shots from my rocket blaster
Believe me this is where geniuses live,
It's most dope, be holier than all of Jesus's kids
But we speaking to heathens
And all these Even Stevens who don't need a reason
Just want a bitch that they can feed with semen
Don't even sleep... keep me dreaming, I'm faded
Been in Cali a little too long, it got me jaded
Hit Japan and I'm Instagraming camera shy samurais
f*cking up a germ beat, teach you how to vandalize
The bandana Santana tied,
My sound amplified
Screams from Kenny Woods still Phantom ride
My pockets fat, still looking for some pants my size
They overanalyze everything I fantasized
We could have a conersation, we could pantomine
Or you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine
This life a prison, time to set you free
Watching movies in silence, describing what I see

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Songwriter(s): Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Albert Johnson

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