Function (feat. Foe DeeOz & Malo P)

Yeah, you ready?
This that house party music
Backyard boogie type shit

Function, bet she throw it back 'cuz she love it (cuz she love it)
Young Toni bumping got all the ladies humping (got 'em humping)
Rubbing bet it feel nice when she touch it
What you sipping on? Nah that ain't Robitussin (nah)
Slumped in moving slow mo still puffing
Hoes ain't nothing just want the top muffin
Cuffing none of that solo buzzing (y'know)
Got it out the dungeon had to adjust in
Now everyday a party we crushed it (we crushed it)
Kick it with a new shawty and cut it (lemme fuck bitch)
Not one for discussion just pushing and busting (pushing and busting)
Few lines off leave fine broads blushing
Fuck it, pour up the drank in this cup chick
Leaning like a kickstand nah I ain't fronting
Eyes barely open but I ain't fussing
Keep the ladies soaking keep the party jumping

I'm like a fitted cap on yo head boy
Raps so smooth you couldn't never understand boy
You gotta play to win boy don't you get it
I remember all the times I ain't give a fuck and they was dissing
Now they on the ground where I put my pot to piss in
The sky is the limit lil homie don't you forget it
If you got the plan and you my brother then I'm with it
I hit the gas pedal to the flow
Now we dipping I gotta go
I gotta go I gotta go I gotta go
Tomorrow ain't promised lets celebrate today
You handled all your shit maintain you're getting paid
Motherfuckers out here acting like they Jim Carey
When they really Cheddar Bob homie too scary
Just because you got a gun you ain't a thug
Can't wait to get mine and have a sort of a little lot of fun
So fuck tomorrow cuz today is where its at

It's just like that with hood rats
Just to interact and see how fast I could pop the bra strap
In the function I gotta stay smoking
Say you got dank well foo what the fuck you holding
Only smoking with the bud girl you know its fire
Only my desire good drank is what I just do require
Rollin' with the homies in the function
Fucking wit me we could throw hands and get to dumpin'
I've been on
Bitch you know I'm so gone
Smoking just so much I'm feeling like the Mr. Cheech and Chong
Feelin' hella good because my paper hella long
Gotta keep it jumping and bumping and girl you know what going on
Making moves like a motherfucka
Knockin' the bitches boots and I hit her with my Louis Slugger
Real shit let me walk and spit and stack my chips
I show no love because I gotta to get my fucking fix