FUNCTION lyrics

by

BIG30


[Intro]
Blrrrd, blrrrd
(KJ, let the beat knock) Big Blrrrd
(ZBoy goin' crazy)
Don’t f*ck with n*ggas, I promise
n*gga a hundred
Don't f*ck with n*ggas, I promise, don't f*ck with n*ggas for nothin’
Don't smoke with none of these n*ggas, I'd rather smoke with my mama

[Chorus]
I rode a boat to the function (A boat), I'm smokin' dope, this sh*t funky (Dude)
I can't curse around that lady (Nah), but I smoke dope front her mommy (No)
Matter fact, I smoke with ma, she told me, "Son, this sh*t here pumpin'" (Gas, gas, gas)
She like, "Son, this blunt last me three days," mom, this my third onion (My third onion)
The neighbors think we sell dope (Ho), they smell this sh*t up off they porch (They porch)
And I just pulled up G-Wagon 63 (G-Wagon, skrrt), and mom, you drive a Porsche (A Porsche)
Day bеfore that, pulled up brown 'Rari, call that ho a horse (That’s a horsе)
This b*tch gon’ ask me what I sell, bricks? I told that ho, "Of course" (Stupid-ass ho)

[Verse 1]
Nah, I don't play with that boy (Nah), CEO status, I’m corporate (CEO)
Matter fact, go Google me, BIG30 a platinum recorder (I'm CEO)
Hellcat black wings, touch the pad and I put it on Forgis (Vroom, vroom, skrrt)
Bulletproof Escalade, V3, Trackhawk, I move in that order
Goyard bag three-fifty (On gang), red and green Patek, it's crispy (On Hank)
Take the helicopter, make two hours feel like twenty minutes (Get there)
Drop me at the island, meet my members (Yeah) and like twenty b*tches
Three pints of red (Yeah), six pints of Wock' (Wock’, Wock'), it won't be a trip without Tristan
[Chorus]
I rode a boat to the function (A boat), I'm smokin' dope, this sh*t funky (Dude)
I can't curse around that lady (Nah), but I smoke dope front her mommy (No)
Matter fact, I smoke with ma, she told me, "Son, this sh*t here pumpin'" (Gas, gas, gas)
She like, "Son, this blunt last me three days," mom, this my third onion (My third onion)
The neighbors think we sell dope (Ho), they smell this sh*t up off they porch (They porch)
And I just pulled up G-Wagon 63 (G-Wagon, skrrt), and mom, you drive a Porsche (A Porsche)
Day before that, pulled up brown 'Rari, call that ho a horse (That's a horse)
This b*tch gon' ask me what I sell, bricks? I told that ho, "Of course" (Stupid-ass ho)

[Verse 2]
I learnt to put the money up (Nah), f*ck breakin' them racks out and sh*t (f*ck that sh*t up)
These n*ggas ain't used to no money, they normally askin' for sh*t (Ayy, put that lil'-ass sh*t up)
This rap sh*t for my fam, my kid ask me they daddy gon' quit
Generational wealth, my son, grandson gon' be havin' sh*t (On God)
My b*tch so bad (She bad), every time we get along, I knock her ass off (Ass off)
sh*t, look at her, you better not touch, off the rip, blow your ass off (Blrrrd)
Backseat of that spaceship, gettin' dome, I'm 'bout to blast off (pus*y)
Havin' threesomes with the neighbor every time I heard her nag off

[Chorus]
I rode a boat to the function (A boat), I'm smokin' dope, this sh*t funky (Dude)
I can't curse around that lady (Nah), but I smoke dope front her mommy (No)
Matter fact, I smoke with ma, she told me, "Son, this sh*t here pumpin'" (Gas, gas, gas)
She like, "Son, this blunt last me three days," mom, this my third onion (My third onion)
The neighbors think we sell dope (Ho), they smell this sh*t up off they porch (They porch)
And I just pulled up G-Wagon 63 (G-Wagon, skrrt), and mom, you drive a Porsche (A Porsche)
Day before that, pulled up brown 'Rari, call that ho a horse (That's a horse)
This b*tch gon' ask me what I sell, bricks? I told that ho, "Of course" (Stupid-ass ho)
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