Remy Ma & Papoose | Funk Flex | #Freestyle027

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
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 mom's pad
Heard you was at the freestyle and you was way scared
Bitch I'm so secure I wrote this on the way here
Been killing kids while they nap, since daycare
I got this sewed up and on track like fake hair
When niggas 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, bitch what you know 'bout that
They calling me bars bitch 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 bitches
Y'all trying to play chess, but why would I play you
When I could knock the whole fucking board off the table
See I been the difference I don't do the shit they do
When I'm around they quiet, I'm loud you bitches 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 niggas 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 ass
You like a disobedient teenager, you wanna be in the streets so bad
All this talk about my son and your son
I'm hot and your whole world revolve around me, bitch 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 bitch, I'm the one that y'all seek on
I'm on paper I'm over here blowing dank, y'all bitches really haters over there shooting blanks
But who knows, you might really hit something one day
But right now, your shit 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 bitch soft
And if she soft you sophomore
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 bitches is done
I got that face on pretty, attitude on savage
NEW York city I'm in the center like Javits
Now this the part where I talk shit, 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 shit popped
Legitimized an entire franchise of Love And Hip Hop
Ratings be Monday night, football to be toward thrice
Had Hov on my remix, deadass 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

[Verse 2: Papoose]
Everybody on Instagram want to be a mannequin
Bunch of bitches, you should try to be a man again
I be movin' that white boy, Mac Miller
We both from Brooklyn, shoutout to that wizard
Niggas try to clap at me with fake goons
I'ma clap back, they gon' send me to the Shade Room
Just yesterday we was Obama'd up
Now we all stuck with Ronald McDonald Trump
Every time I spit a sixteen, I get the crowd hyped
Tell 'em the king back, they ain't wearin' my crown right
I be livin' that four pound life
That nigga Flex go and say "Yeah, this what New York sound like"
Y'all was all happy to be at the AMAs
I was out in New York grippin' my favorite gauge
Satisfyin' some dope fiends, they ain't complain
Be shootin' up with a dope needle, we gave 'em AIDS
Before this rap shit, my family made a name
In the daily news, you fools, we made the page
These rappers act tough and cocky but they afraid
Boogie Down Productions run up and take the stage
I had a black and white TV, I made a change
Now we in living color my nigga, Damon Wayans
Public enemy number one, Flavor Flav

[Interlude: Papoose]
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[Verse 3: Papoose]
Hey yo, your Rollie be tick tockin'
That's 'cause it's not real, you be bullshit coppin'
I keep the fifth cockin'
I spit so much crack in this new jack city I got the fiends Chris Rockin'
One day you with this clique, y'all went shopping
Next day you with that clique, this shit shocking
Next day you mad at them both, you flip flopping
You hang around with too many cliques, you clique hopping
Get Biz on the mark, he just a friend
The cocaine so gray it need Just For Men
You pull a Tommy, I pull a nine
Squeeze you like an orange
Now your Tommy is dead, condolences to Martin Lawrence
While you was in the mirror trying to pop that bump
I was on the block learning how to pop that pump
Go ahead and gamble with your life, think you got that luck
You put your life in the bank, I'ma stock that up
You pay some change for your watch, man you not that tough
I'll ox that chump for a watch that much
Always talkin' 'bout the can, how they locked that up
Man, it is what it is, but it's not that tough
I'm saying jail is jail, it's the block that jump
That's where they kill, seen the top cats slump
I'm a walkin' reaper, spot I need to pop
Believe I got that skunk
I scheme and plot, I seen the block
I need to block that jump
You drink a lot but need to stop
To me you're not that drunk
You think you hot, you leap and hop
I swear your block that dump
The nina pop, the beam is hot
The beam will dot that punk
I dream a lot, I seen the nacirema, got that rush
A bunch of cock back guns, we the cock back bunch
I bring a Glock and keep it cocked to finger pop that cunt
'Cause niggas will scheme on you if you got their trust
It's the money if it's not that lust
And I ain't never scared never scared neither
You pop that jump and Brooklyn we pop you before you pop that trunk (Uhh)
And let me let y'all niggas know one thing
It's one life, one love, so there can only be one queen