Function

Juss hold on nigga
100 Shots 14 Bottles Road Runnin Like A Bitch
1 4 R R E Big Sticks Don't Miss

Swerve

Pushin Up to yo function I'm high as bitch
Got a knot on me
2 Mags more den 50 something shots
200 Dubs wit a rubber band on it styrofoam hit with that drop
33 Bird High from smoking this Za
3 Missed calls from another nigga thot
Ain't ducking no action give shots like a bar
I'm geeked off this perc I'll be geeked till tomorrow
Been steppin on niggas been slangin that rod
These niggas be scared to say they work a job
I guess everybody street kick a door trap and rob
I Guess everybody street shooting shit like a guard
Oh he scared when it's beef but the net he be hard
I been out the way stack my chicken to mars
My big Brudda flippin hit him up for the cars
Exotic ticket go a couple of yards

Uh
BNB condo In the City
Bad bih with some big tities uh
Get in between or count up this green
Fuck it I told her we chasing a ticket
Dropping a 30 when I hit the dentist
They told me be patient but that been a minute
I'm lit as a bitch and I ain't even finish
Red bottoms from steppin white forces no Christians
Glock make a nigga cast away
Gas came sealed like a bag of lays
Trappin whole gang Havin cash Fa days
Lil Bih from the hood havin ass for days
Monday to Sunday all gas no breaks
Don't fuck with to many these niggas be fake
Drop 9 on a charm that don't come with the chain
Drop 10 on his top and that come with the brains
Za flipper big tipper glock slangin Hood nigga
Break him down Roll him up opps in my wood nigga
Beat ha back touch her guts let her know this wood hittin
We grew up on different timing I know because my hood different

Pushin Up to yo function I'm high as bitch
Got a knot on me
2 Mags more then 50 something shots
200 Dubs wit a rubber band on it styrofoam hit with that drop
33 Bird High from smoking this Za
3 Missed calls from another nigga thot
Ain't ducking no action give shots like a bar
I'm geeked off this perc I'll be geeked till tomorrow
Been steppin on niggas been slangin that rod
These niggas be scared to say they work a job
I guess everybody street kick a door trap and rob
I Guess everybody street shooting shit like a guard
Oh he scared when it's beef but the net he be hard
I been out the way stack my chicken to mars
My big Brudda flippin hit him up for the cars
Exotic ticket go a couple of yards

Roll Up Smoke One We Gone Face Him
Yo Bitch Eat Duck W/o No Chaser
Lil Buddy want smoke we lace him
Glock got attachments it came with a Chase
Aye Aye Aye



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Writer(s): Keith Brannon Iii
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