"Function" lyrics
(feat. Pro-Pain)
Where you going at?
The fuck you mean, yo mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Ya mama didn't teach how to suck dick, but you could suck dick
Skate off a bitch like truck fit
Stupid-ass bitch, but her butt thick, I be with the fuck shit, fucking up functions
Put a sheet of assist on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)
What up, bitch, what up, bitch?
Two lesbo's in the crib-o, I'm going dumb with it
YoungBoy soaking up the game, I had a run with it
Billy with me and the semi with me, we gone gun shit
Have him dodging bullets, got him looking like he krumping
Bay City, Freeport, all the way to West Columbia
I got money that's dippin' and tippin', flipping like a tumbler
Southside still holding a whole lot of money that's bundled up
They put me in the ring because they knew I could rumble ya
I never lose, always chose, I leave a sucker with a bruise
I beat yo head just like some drums, and now they complain blues
Hot like the summer, but I still keep it kool
Shout-out my vato's from the west, they some down-ass fools
I'm in the nine-five-six with a top-notch bitch
They tryna jock my shit, but they can't rock like this
This is Air Force Ones, this is not K-Swiss
Lil' buddy on the floor, head looking like grits
The fuck you mean, yo mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Ya mama didn't teach how to suck dick, but you could suck dick
Skate off a bitch like truck fit
Stupid-ass bitch, but her butt thick, I be with the fuck shit, fucking up functions
Put a sheet of assist on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)
What up, bitch, what up, bitch?
Aye, what up, bitch?
Yeah, I'm still the one they can't fuck with (Fuck with)
Thirty-pointer diamonds and above shit
Got your ho chasing, trying to fight a temptation
I be on some David Ruffin shit (Yeah)
For a player, I love a shorty that's dumb thick (Aye)
Chasing paper, I'm counting it to my thumb itch
Nigga try and take it, I'm popping it till the gun click
Fuck a top five, them niggas know I'm the one, bitch (Mane)
Ha, goddamn, okay, I'm acting golden
I'm Sammy Sosa, I take a strike and get back motion (Facts)
I'm passing doja, I'm rocking Rollies, the bag is frozen
The niggas cappin' bogus, the reason why I be stepping over
My bitch is golden and pretty, and asses swollen
And yo bitch is hopeless and looks like something we passing over
The way I'm dressing, these niggas thinking the trap is open
Bitch, I'm in the function on all the ho's like I'm Fashion Nova
The fuck you mean, yo mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Ya mama didn't teach how to suck dick, but you could suck dick
Skate off a bitch like truck fit
Stupid-ass bitch, but her butt thick, I be with the fuck shit, fucking up functions
Put a sheet of assist on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)
What up, bitch, what up, bitch?
The fuck you mean, yo mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Ya mama didn't teach how to suck dick, but you could suck dick
Skate off a bitch like truck fit
Stupid-ass bitch, but her butt thick, I be with the fuck shit, fucking up functions
Put a sheet of assist on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)
What up, bitch, what up, bitch?
Two lesbo's in the crib-o, I'm going dumb with it
YoungBoy soaking up the game, I had a run with it
Billy with me and the semi with me, we gone gun shit
Have him dodging bullets, got him looking like he krumping
Bay City, Freeport, all the way to West Columbia
I got money that's dippin' and tippin', flipping like a tumbler
Southside still holding a whole lot of money that's bundled up
They put me in the ring because they knew I could rumble ya
I never lose, always chose, I leave a sucker with a bruise
I beat yo head just like some drums, and now they complain blues
Hot like the summer, but I still keep it kool
Shout-out my vato's from the west, they some down-ass fools
I'm in the nine-five-six with a top-notch bitch
They tryna jock my shit, but they can't rock like this
This is Air Force Ones, this is not K-Swiss
Lil' buddy on the floor, head looking like grits
The fuck you mean, yo mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Ya mama didn't teach how to suck dick, but you could suck dick
Skate off a bitch like truck fit
Stupid-ass bitch, but her butt thick, I be with the fuck shit, fucking up functions
Put a sheet of assist on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)
What up, bitch, what up, bitch?
Aye, what up, bitch?
Yeah, I'm still the one they can't fuck with (Fuck with)
Thirty-pointer diamonds and above shit
Got your ho chasing, trying to fight a temptation
I be on some David Ruffin shit (Yeah)
For a player, I love a shorty that's dumb thick (Aye)
Chasing paper, I'm counting it to my thumb itch
Nigga try and take it, I'm popping it till the gun click
Fuck a top five, them niggas know I'm the one, bitch (Mane)
Ha, goddamn, okay, I'm acting golden
I'm Sammy Sosa, I take a strike and get back motion (Facts)
I'm passing doja, I'm rocking Rollies, the bag is frozen
The niggas cappin' bogus, the reason why I be stepping over
My bitch is golden and pretty, and asses swollen
And yo bitch is hopeless and looks like something we passing over
The way I'm dressing, these niggas thinking the trap is open
Bitch, I'm in the function on all the ho's like I'm Fashion Nova
The fuck you mean, yo mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Ya mama didn't teach how to suck dick, but you could suck dick
Skate off a bitch like truck fit
Stupid-ass bitch, but her butt thick, I be with the fuck shit, fucking up functions
Put a sheet of assist on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)
What up, bitch, what up, bitch?
