Funds Up (Intro)

Got tired of walking through that transit
I'm tryna get funds up They keep on playing tough
Don't wanna shake We'll let them guns buss
Stuck in shitty homes I had no heat aint have no love bruh
Niggas love to hate on me
They bitch uh give that love up

Did what I had to you broke they a laugh atchu
Tell me why they hate on me huh
Cause that's what a bag a do
Them bitches I done bagged a few
Bullets I done dodged a few
Can't tell me who to trust fam did me SHIESTY too

Sticks what my brudda tote
Checks what we cashin too
Sliding over whips wit techs
Run up he a clap ya coif
Screaming out murdaaaa
The lord can't save the troops
Might Swiss cheese ya goose
Playing wit a gang uh goons

These hoes they for everyone
He mad I done fucked the loop
Tell them boys spin again
I think we done missed a few
Pussy make a stat again we gon up the score on you
Up it at a fish bowl knock a nigga head loose

Niggas claiming Sho's the opps yes imma opp too
Ian playing boff sides, fuck it get em hog tied

Took a bitch to Wendy's she could get a large fry
Might be your hoe mike said she ain't mine

Only fucking 10's dimes
No time yesterday today I got time
Read your messages hell naw ian reply
Shorty you should take ya time drinks with the lemon lime
Bussin' im up in her spine



Credits
Writer(s): Kyrese Lloyd
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