Club 92

Ju know
I'm tryna function
Where the hoes at
Fuck all that dumb shit
Ju know (AyowiththeMayo)
SSR that's the squad
Throw your pinkies in the sky nigga
Ju know
I'm tryna function
Aye Aye

I'm tryna function
Get to the bag
Fuck all that dumb shit
Niggas be talking, ain't about nothing
On the real, niggas be bluffin
Trap like Lebron, it keep on jumping
I'm in the trap
I got the munchies
I got that crack
I ain't a junkie
She got that cat, show me that monkey
I had some soup, chicken and dumpling
Nigga we hot, we on 100
If she a fox, I gotta hunt it
I wanna cry, she got the onion
I need the cash, need that in abundance
Get to the bag, shit is redundant
Stick to the streets
That's where I'm accustomed
If you not fam, then I do not trust them

Shit is insane
All this corruption
Cops killing kids, what an injustice
If you a nigga than u are a suspect
Police just gangstas with badges and guns
Got love for the fam even tho they disfunctioned
You play with them there's gone be repercussions
Niggas be hating, that shit is disgusting
If you my brother, than show me love
Let's run it up
Get to this money
I don't know why
Niggas move funny
I gotta eat
My niggas is hungry
Give a piece and I'm gonna bust it
Where are the freaks?
I like to fuck, I like that ass,
Round like a pumpkin
Girl it's Young Teddy
It ain't Teddy Ruxpin
Yea, I be low, I be in the cut
Yea wassup, Yea wassup
Girl are you dumb? I wanna Kno?
Girl are you drunk?
I ain't the one
Yea, bitch, play if you want
I do what I want
I go where I want
I move how I want yea, yea
I do what I want
I go where I want
I move how I want yea, yea

Shorty was a sinner
She got it tatted on her
Already met her momma
I'm slidin baby butter
I'm telling her I'm gonna
Marry her if she wanna
Got the keys to the Bimmer
Smoking my marijuana
I got some cake, she got the munchies
She got a muffin, fuck it im crumblin
Know a few some Slimes, Kirby is Crippin
Teddy got slaps and we in this bitch lit
R.I.P. Pops
Still in the kitchen
I pray to God while I'm making my missions
Cooking and washing them dishes
I give a plate to my misses
Family eating for centuries
Stacking is my only interest
Don't hold me back or I'm vicious
Watch your tone or ima black
Look bro we ain't into that
Money over bitches
I said came my senses
Because back then I was senseless
Booking, climbing fences
Screaming on shorty we making scene
The best part of our movie,
Spot, Shorty like me- in her G-Spot,
Make it hot, 2 and 3
Steppin on it, that may be lean
I can't stand when she drink with me
Calm it miss just roll up please
How the hell are you functioning
But she playa she smoke like me
Love to count up some money
7, 8, 9 in her deep
10' o clock I'm in London
Burned a bridge
With my Asian ting
Cause she looked at me funny
Wasting time this ain't working



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Writer(s): Rolando Coburn
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