The Hoodies (2017) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle082 E-Class and Young Poppa

[Verse 1: E-Class and Young Poppa]
Ay, yo, yo, uh-huh, uh, yo, yo, yo
Ay, yo, we blood brothers
Got the same father and the same mother
Never let the money get in the way like Wayne and Stunna
I'm from the gutter, openin' the fridge, you gotta shake the butter
23 to 2 in the field, that's Undertaker numbers
Poppa on Flex, it's finna be a murder
I was forced to get this cake like my name Tina Turner
Time to giddy up, I ain't livin', it's time to live it up
F… yo! …

[Verse 2: E-Class and Young Poppa]
Yo, it's time to giddy up, I ain't livin', it's time to live it up
I see shit different from this side, that's Forest Whitaker
I'm different, ain't in no position to try and give it up
This shit 'bout to get real nasty like chlamydia
He don't write for me
I don't got Twitter fingers, I get different with these, you better type for me (Uh)
Hoodie season, that was bully season (Uh-huh)
We was chillin' in the cut, now my hoodies eatin'
You heard what Poppa said, yeah, you know my hoodies eatin'
Violate the gang and you gon' get that A Boogie beatin'
Poppa is the future, think not, you get penalized
Flex, what's up? We here!
Let's go, let's go, let's go, come on
Listen, uh, uh, uh, I'ma go
Yeah, let's go