Function Lyrics by That Mexican OT
Where you going at?
The *** you mean, yo mama didn’t teach you how to cook?
Ya mama didn’t teach how to suck ***, but you could suck ***
Skate off a *** like truck fit
Stupid-ass ***, but her butt thick, I be with the *** ***, *** up functions
Put a sheet of assist on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)
What up, ***, what up, ***?
Two ***’s in the crib-o, I’m going dumb with it
YoungBoy soaking up the game, I had a run with it
Billy with me and the semi with me, we gone *** ***
Have him dodging bullets, got him looking like he krumping
Bay City, Freeport, all the way to West Columbia
I got money that’s dippin’ and tippin’, flipping like a tumbler
Southside still holding a whole lot of money that’s bundled up
They put me in the ring because they knew I could rumble ya
I never lose, always chose, I leave a sucker with a bruise
I beat yo head just like some drums, and now they complain blues
Hot like the summer, but I still keep it kool
Shout-out my vato’s from the west, they some down-ass fools
I’m in the nine-five-six with a top-notch ***
They tryna jock my ***, but they can’t rock like this
This is Air Force Ones, this is not K-Swiss
Lil’ buddy on the floor, head looking like grits
The *** you mean, yo mama didn’t teach you how to cook?
Ya mama didn’t teach how to suck ***, but you could suck ***
Skate off a *** like truck fit
Stupid-ass ***, but her butt thick, I be with the *** ***, *** up functions
Put a sheet of assist on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)
What up, ***, what up, ***?
Aye, what up, ***?
Yeah, I’m still the one they can’t *** with (*** with)
Thirty-pointer diamonds and above ***
Got your ho chasing, trying to fight a temptation
I be on some David Ruffin *** (Yeah)
For a player, I love a shorty that’s dumb thick (Aye)
Chasing paper, I’m counting it to my thumb itch
*** try and take it, I’m popping it till the *** click
*** a top five, them niggas know I’m the one, *** (Mane)
Ha, goddamn, okay, I’m acting golden
I’m Sammy Sosa, I take a strike and get back motion (Facts)
I’m passing doja, I’m rocking Rollies, the bag is frozen
The niggas cappin’ bogus, the reason why I be stepping over
My *** is golden and pretty, and asses swollen
And yo *** is hopeless and looks like something we passing over
The way I’m dressing, these niggas thinking the trap is open
***, I’m in the function on all the ho’s like I’m Fashion Nova
The *** you mean, yo mama didn’t teach you how to cook?
Ya mama didn’t teach how to suck ***, but you could suck ***
Skate off a *** like truck fit
Stupid-ass ***, but her butt thick, I be with the *** ***, *** up functions
Put a sheet of assist on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)
What up, ***, what up, ***?