Late 2 The Function
Do I wanna go
Or do I wanna stay
Should I do the fur
Or the jacket with the swede
I mean I could do a hoodie
Or a sweater with a chain
Throw on 1 of 1 jeans, and roll a wood for the pain
That's why late to function
Pour me up a double shot
See em changing like the seasons
I'm just in the club to watch
Why you acting like we kin
When you don't wanna see me ball
You want me a break a leg
To come replace me in the squad
Sorry I was nodding off
Kush coughing up a lung
I'm chain smoking woods thinking bout the battles we done won
Coming from the bottom wasn't nowhere else to go but up
Middle school thinking bout pushing benzes when I rode the bus
Guess I was late to the function
Everybody drunk this how y'all get along in public
Seen em in the club he ain't say nun now he subbing
You won't ever catch me running less I'm chasing after something
That's on mommas
Fill my cup up to the brim I'll do the honors
Toast up for the love and all these blessings hanging on us
I'll take all that love but what I really need is commas
Tryna play the game different time to innovate the artist
It's hard to win, it's hard to lose go pick a struggle
So much money flying through this world go get a hustle
I ain't finna tussle keep that forty on me, Shawn Kemp
I thought you knew that playing against me was the wrong bet
When it come to making hits you know I home run it
Had to get it in my own, I know that no one coming
I don't need a savior baby I just need some mo money
Nowhere near these niggas need a faster car to catch me
But I'm in a different lane, better off taking a taxi
Don't call me twin, ain't nothing about us matching
I don't got no friends, I treat all of my dawgs like family
All these bitches tryna fuck with no rubber
I blame myself cuz I keep saying I love em, oh, oh, oh
Energy ties, turn into lies, when they get crazy I dub em
I making love to every bitch that I'm fucking
She put her problems in a bottle when she tell me she love me
Oh, oh, oh, that's why I be late to the function
You call yo friends and tell them I'm toxic
Think I got a problem, I'm in love with fucking bottle girls
I'm in love with fucking bottle hoes
Think I got a problem, I'm in love with fucking bottle girls
I'm in love with fucking bottle hoes
Or do I wanna stay
Should I do the fur
Or the jacket with the swede
I mean I could do a hoodie
Or a sweater with a chain
Throw on 1 of 1 jeans, and roll a wood for the pain
That's why late to function
Pour me up a double shot
See em changing like the seasons
I'm just in the club to watch
Why you acting like we kin
When you don't wanna see me ball
You want me a break a leg
To come replace me in the squad
Sorry I was nodding off
Kush coughing up a lung
I'm chain smoking woods thinking bout the battles we done won
Coming from the bottom wasn't nowhere else to go but up
Middle school thinking bout pushing benzes when I rode the bus
Guess I was late to the function
Everybody drunk this how y'all get along in public
Seen em in the club he ain't say nun now he subbing
You won't ever catch me running less I'm chasing after something
That's on mommas
Fill my cup up to the brim I'll do the honors
Toast up for the love and all these blessings hanging on us
I'll take all that love but what I really need is commas
Tryna play the game different time to innovate the artist
It's hard to win, it's hard to lose go pick a struggle
So much money flying through this world go get a hustle
I ain't finna tussle keep that forty on me, Shawn Kemp
I thought you knew that playing against me was the wrong bet
When it come to making hits you know I home run it
Had to get it in my own, I know that no one coming
I don't need a savior baby I just need some mo money
Nowhere near these niggas need a faster car to catch me
But I'm in a different lane, better off taking a taxi
Don't call me twin, ain't nothing about us matching
I don't got no friends, I treat all of my dawgs like family
All these bitches tryna fuck with no rubber
I blame myself cuz I keep saying I love em, oh, oh, oh
Energy ties, turn into lies, when they get crazy I dub em
I making love to every bitch that I'm fucking
She put her problems in a bottle when she tell me she love me
Oh, oh, oh, that's why I be late to the function
You call yo friends and tell them I'm toxic
Think I got a problem, I'm in love with fucking bottle girls
I'm in love with fucking bottle hoes
Think I got a problem, I'm in love with fucking bottle girls
I'm in love with fucking bottle hoes
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Writer(s): Jordan King
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