Function
Boss up!
Quick
Yeah, yeah
Once upon a time not to long ago
Back when i was jumping like a rocket
Only bout a dollar in my pocket
Still living good though
Haters couldn't knock it nahh
Riddin with the homies
Checking out the options
Lookin for a spot where we can drop in
Role a little green for the tropics
Pull up to the spot lets get it poppin
All of my Niggas invited
But come with two ladies don't fuck up the ratio
I hook the aux in the back of the stereo
We get to cranking the shit hysterical
I don't even know all the mother fuckers
And these bitches look crazzy
Niggas got my room mad haze
Feel like i'm bout to meet Patrick Swayze
This aint no party bitch its a function
Backup you willyin you lunchin
Who did you tell you was comin
No i do not know your cousin
This aint no party bitch its a function
Backup you willyin you lunchin
I'll leave your ass at the junction
No do not make no assumptions
This aint no party bitch its a function
Who did you tell you was comin
No i do not know your cousin
Backup you willyin you lunchin
This aint no party bitch its a function
No i do not know your cousin
Backup you willyin you lunchin yeah
Who in this mother fuckin bitch gettin lit
Boss up
Its private party
You a stranger homie
Gotta know somebody
For the entry sorry
Smoke in the air like the Russians bombing
Full of bad bitches and i aint no stallin
Had to kneel down like your nick name collin
And give me all the brain cuz i love the knowledge
Not a fan of college
Im a bad mother fucka
Standing outside you a sad mother fucka
If you in this mother fucka get lit
Like no other event comin up
Like the world gone stop like tic tock
Throw my wrist watch
I aint ever on the clock
I aint ever gone stop
Like all the brakes shot
You can catch me on the block
Selling rock out my sock
Put milly on the aux
I been drinkin all night to get fucked the fuck up
I dont need no advice so bitch shut the fuck up
She's a really pretty bitch who acts stuck the fuck up
Put my dicky on her lips watch her that nut up
Oh thats my phone beurrrrrp answer
Let that gin talk from my soul
Whats her sign whooh cancer
I might leave that bitch alone
Only out here for a night
Bitch dont stress me with your shit
Im a really dirty dog
Need a really nasty bitch hey
Quick
Yeah, yeah
Once upon a time not to long ago
Back when i was jumping like a rocket
Only bout a dollar in my pocket
Still living good though
Haters couldn't knock it nahh
Riddin with the homies
Checking out the options
Lookin for a spot where we can drop in
Role a little green for the tropics
Pull up to the spot lets get it poppin
All of my Niggas invited
But come with two ladies don't fuck up the ratio
I hook the aux in the back of the stereo
We get to cranking the shit hysterical
I don't even know all the mother fuckers
And these bitches look crazzy
Niggas got my room mad haze
Feel like i'm bout to meet Patrick Swayze
This aint no party bitch its a function
Backup you willyin you lunchin
Who did you tell you was comin
No i do not know your cousin
This aint no party bitch its a function
Backup you willyin you lunchin
I'll leave your ass at the junction
No do not make no assumptions
This aint no party bitch its a function
Who did you tell you was comin
No i do not know your cousin
Backup you willyin you lunchin
This aint no party bitch its a function
No i do not know your cousin
Backup you willyin you lunchin yeah
Who in this mother fuckin bitch gettin lit
Boss up
Its private party
You a stranger homie
Gotta know somebody
For the entry sorry
Smoke in the air like the Russians bombing
Full of bad bitches and i aint no stallin
Had to kneel down like your nick name collin
And give me all the brain cuz i love the knowledge
Not a fan of college
Im a bad mother fucka
Standing outside you a sad mother fucka
If you in this mother fucka get lit
Like no other event comin up
Like the world gone stop like tic tock
Throw my wrist watch
I aint ever on the clock
I aint ever gone stop
Like all the brakes shot
You can catch me on the block
Selling rock out my sock
Put milly on the aux
I been drinkin all night to get fucked the fuck up
I dont need no advice so bitch shut the fuck up
She's a really pretty bitch who acts stuck the fuck up
Put my dicky on her lips watch her that nut up
Oh thats my phone beurrrrrp answer
Let that gin talk from my soul
Whats her sign whooh cancer
I might leave that bitch alone
Only out here for a night
Bitch dont stress me with your shit
Im a really dirty dog
Need a really nasty bitch hey
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Writer(s): Atanga Mancho
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