Function
Me and my homies bout to turn up the function
You ain't really bout that life if you don't sip 1800
We bought Hen and Casamigos why you show up with nothin'
Why you showin' us your hand if you gon' still end up bluffin?
Fuck these bitches and these teas, cause they both got me twisted
Hookah flew up to my brain, I need my pilot assisted
Car ain't stayin' in its lane, I need that pilot assisted
We so high up we sold snacks and headphones to flight attendants
If we low on any drinks, then we gon' go on a mission
Bro, if drinkin' was a job, I'm bout to make my commission
Booze and booties, either way, I'm loadin' up ammunition
I'm bout to load up all the hoes and put my keys in ignitions (Yeah)
Yeah
I'm strictly pimpin dawg
If I didn't have it before, I'm bout to get it dawg
When there's Tito's in my cup I'm never timid dawg
She throw that ass to the floor, I'm bout to hit it dawg,
But with permission dawg
We ain't the same
Big goals, big dreams, big heart, big brain
Lil' pup, lil' bitch, lil' simp, you a lame
No bands, no whip, no bitch, what a shame, yeah
But
Me and my homies bout to turn up the function
You ain't really bout that life if you don't sip 1800
We bought Hen and Casamigos, why you show up with nothin'
Why you showin' us your hand if you gon' still end up bluffin?
Said it way too many times, this shit ain't up for discussion
Grab a cup and grab a drink or get your ass out the function
If your tank is almost empty, we gon' get you some gas
Only rollin' up gelato, you just puffed nigga pass
Man, these rappers think they sick, I'm bout to go invent a strand
These niggas poppin' shit, but they could never pop a band
These bitches pushin' P and poppin' pussy for my mans
These dummies copy me, but you can't do the things I can, damn
Really thought you had it planned
That girl ain't really for you, she just flashed
me from the stands
That man is not your nigga, he don't even hold yo hand
These dummies hit my line like I don't know, they tryna scam, damn
But
Me and my homies bout to turn up the function You ain't really bout that life if you don't sip 1800
We bought hen and casamigos why you show up with nothin'
Why you showin' us your hand if you gon' still end up bluffin
Said it way too many times, this shit ain't up for discussion
Grab a cup and grab a drink or get your ass out the function
If your tank is almost empty, we gon' get you some gas
Only rollin' up gelato, you just puffed nigga pass
And stop hoggin' the fuckin' hookah
You ain't really bout that life if you don't sip 1800
We bought Hen and Casamigos why you show up with nothin'
Why you showin' us your hand if you gon' still end up bluffin?
Fuck these bitches and these teas, cause they both got me twisted
Hookah flew up to my brain, I need my pilot assisted
Car ain't stayin' in its lane, I need that pilot assisted
We so high up we sold snacks and headphones to flight attendants
If we low on any drinks, then we gon' go on a mission
Bro, if drinkin' was a job, I'm bout to make my commission
Booze and booties, either way, I'm loadin' up ammunition
I'm bout to load up all the hoes and put my keys in ignitions (Yeah)
Yeah
I'm strictly pimpin dawg
If I didn't have it before, I'm bout to get it dawg
When there's Tito's in my cup I'm never timid dawg
She throw that ass to the floor, I'm bout to hit it dawg,
But with permission dawg
We ain't the same
Big goals, big dreams, big heart, big brain
Lil' pup, lil' bitch, lil' simp, you a lame
No bands, no whip, no bitch, what a shame, yeah
But
Me and my homies bout to turn up the function
You ain't really bout that life if you don't sip 1800
We bought Hen and Casamigos, why you show up with nothin'
Why you showin' us your hand if you gon' still end up bluffin?
Said it way too many times, this shit ain't up for discussion
Grab a cup and grab a drink or get your ass out the function
If your tank is almost empty, we gon' get you some gas
Only rollin' up gelato, you just puffed nigga pass
Man, these rappers think they sick, I'm bout to go invent a strand
These niggas poppin' shit, but they could never pop a band
These bitches pushin' P and poppin' pussy for my mans
These dummies copy me, but you can't do the things I can, damn
Really thought you had it planned
That girl ain't really for you, she just flashed
me from the stands
That man is not your nigga, he don't even hold yo hand
These dummies hit my line like I don't know, they tryna scam, damn
But
Me and my homies bout to turn up the function You ain't really bout that life if you don't sip 1800
We bought hen and casamigos why you show up with nothin'
Why you showin' us your hand if you gon' still end up bluffin
Said it way too many times, this shit ain't up for discussion
Grab a cup and grab a drink or get your ass out the function
If your tank is almost empty, we gon' get you some gas
Only rollin' up gelato, you just puffed nigga pass
And stop hoggin' the fuckin' hookah
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Writer(s): Regina Halstead
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