Joey Badass | Funk Flex | Freestyle181

Yo ayo my cup overflowing, peep the drip
I got the juice now, your bitch running
Take a sip
You keep thinking that I ain't legit
My crips'll straight run in your shit
Gun bust your lip, now you're really bloody
Shit get really ugly
Niggas hate me but the hood love me
I'm good money
If niggas ever try to move on me
I'm finger fucking the 9, my gun is too horny
When it's that time
I ain't sending no warning
I'm back, I'm better than I ever been
I took five years off
Still somehow I'm relevant
Trust, these niggas don't wanna see
Me in my element
And trust every room I'm stеpping
In I'm the elephant
Kill еm all - effortless
Call this shit Hood Elegance
Sophisticated ignorance
I ain't got good etiquette
Way your nigga hit that switch
It's kinda medicine let me have to light you
Niggas up like Con Edison
Hit a nigga quick with a
Dose of his own medicine hit you from afar
Up close just like a relative
Y'all niggas better stay woke
Stay off the sedatives
I'm known to go right at your throat
Skip all that extra shit nigga

Funk Flex bada$$, what's next?
Joey coming like that like that

Yo, uh life's sweet
It got all these niggas sour-faced
From corner suites or court side seats
We making power plays
I could give a fuck 'bout a label
We do it our way every day I celebrate life
Like it's a holiday condo on the water
Having convos with my lawyer
I give these niggas something to
Watch like Tom Warner
I'm from the blocks where death
Is right around the corner
We used to hop turnstyles
Now we living broader hopping over borders
Still making time to see my daughter
I'm paid in full like Alpo and Rich Porter
My stacks rise
All my checks at least a quarter
I'm feeling baptised with my neck
All in this water
Vision clear through my Cartiers
Jet with a sommelier
Empty space in my garage
Prolly park a 'Rari there next year
Every day
Another cheque clear while they all stare
Yeah

Hehehe, yeah we here
Look, hold on lemme talk

Uh paint my thoughts on the 'maginary canvas
I take no loss
I can't give these niggas chances
I put my all in each and every single stanza
I do it for the -
They just do it for the camera
I don't need no fame or no glamour
I just need some money in
The bank and my hammers
House in the Hamptons, a mansion in Miami
Palace for my legacy
I can't forget my family
First I get the Oscar, then I get the Grammy
Give it all I got, yuh
I don't need no plan B
I be with them shottas
We been on the kill-spree
You gon' need a doctor
He gon' have to bill me
They be like "Chill B", I be like "Fuck that
Tell them that they feel me
Don't call it a comeback"
Hit em with the punchline
Call it Lyrical Combat
When I drop the album
That's when I kill em on contact
Hit em with the compact 40 on me
Homie you might really wanna calm that
Ops get smoked like the bomb pack
Watch me like Comcast
Y'all can see the contrast
Niggas put their souls in
They motherfucking contract
We ain't even on that
We don't even condone that
Bitch I had to own that
Tell em switch up the format
Flow way needed in that
In that gentlemen coat, now
Shots to the head
Tell you pussy niggas "Hold that" uh
Joey Bada$$ is here, bruh
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo hoo, whoo you see us