Remy Ma - Funk flex freestyle lyrics

Y'all had to listen to garbage I know y'all glad remy back Getting that paper, that bag You're not bad you're doing bad Mad cause I'm not mad Can't take you serious, period You live in your moms pad Heard you was at the freestyle and you was way scared b**h I'm so secure I wrote this on the way here Been k**ing kids while they nap, since daycare I got this sewed up and on track like fake hair When n***as ask me to spit, they know what I'm bout to do When they ask you to spit, they wanna see what that mouth do When I talk greasy trust it ain't about you I don't shade, I say names you don't want me to shout you Every bar is a bar, b**h what you know bout that They calling me bars b**h or kit kat You get that You broads never go hard on a rap Okay, maybe once or twice but you ain't all of that See your whole style, bitten Pieces ain't hitting When I said it was written, I was talking bout y'all b**hes Y'all trying to play chess, but why would I play you When I could knock the whole f**ing board off the table See I been the difference I don't do the sh** they do When I'm around they quiet, I'm loud you b**hes k2 Im straight remy no chase boo And y'all a bunch of old birds, y'all just grey goose I'm probably the only chick that make flex drop bombs Got more punchlines than thirsty n***as at prom I ain't gotta fraud for you, black love be how I live Before I made it cool you was HOP positive I put you on punishment, now I gotta beat yo a** You like a disobedient teenager, you wanna be in the streets so bad All this talk about my and your son I'm hot and your whole world revolve around me, b**h I am the sun Wanted to be an icon, ended up like Akon They finally let me out now I'm an XCON Everybody ratting, I really need some d con Told flex put the beat on, so I can go pecan I showed hoes the way, I'm the light, I'm the beacon Looking for that real b**h, I'm the one that y'all seek on I'm on paper I'm over here blowing dank, y'all b**hes really haters over there shooting blanks But who knows, you might really hit something one day But right now, your sh** is weaker than Monday through Sunday I'll take your wig off, no literally take your wig off It's funny when she's talking tough, cause we know the b**h soft And if she soft you soph*more That's why I school freshmans and juniors, but let me tell y'all what for Cause at 3 us, 2 can shoot the one I'm 195 ten you little b**hes is done I got that face on pretty, attitude on savage NEW York city I'm in the center like javage Now this the part where I talk sh**, I know y'all hate that This part not about bars, it's just all straight facts In 2 years, no album, no solo single, no tour 3 million followers and got 2 BET awards Got the album of the summer, independent and the sh** popped Legitimized an entire franchise of love and hip hop Ratings be Monday night, football to be toward thrice Had Hov on my remix, deada** I am nice Appointed black love, I made it cool to be cuffing I body every beat I touch and then I married my husband Brought NEW York rap back, rapping how I really rap Bodied summer jam twice, what you know about that Two soul train awards, yeah female rap changing it And yesterday I woke up to two Grammy nominations, FACTS