Fundz lyrics

[Verse 1: Ty Wild]
(Koll)
I do this sh*t for the fun and the funds
You broke and broken, at the lowest lows
And all that hoping hopeless, hating what you become
Brodie shady, I ain't throwing shade
He made me tote the heater, he can soak up the Sun
Don't compete, capisce, I already won
Dome recede, receive my dough and I'm done
(Aye, yeah, b*tch)
Muhf*ckers talking 'bout back in the day
They backless, put no back in it
Back in my ways, now they backing away
He running home, but I'm tagging his basе
That ball in his court, but it jam and he spaced
Shaqtin' a Fool while I'm Shaq in thе paint
His chick offer goose as she gander my way
I like real b*tches when they lashes fake

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE]
(Yeah)
Smoking exotic, like, whatchamacallit
Ain't no beef with this SIG, only potential pop him
Got that b*tch on my balls, now she Bakugan brawling
You know I stay with that same team, why we solid
Ain't no money 'round me, then Yung PE$O obnoxious
I'm like, "Point to a problem"
I'ma line 'em all up, I ain't talking 'bout columns
b*tch, I came from that dirty my life was solemn
That's why PE$O solid, I'm rock like Golem
You cannot stop 'em
I'm on that—eh, she on my di*k gobbing
If it ain't 'bout that money, said, "Switch up the topic"
b*tch, I got options
Watch how I said that, she watch how she talking
'Fraid I might hawk her
I know some jits who just demons, they chalkers
I'm off that lean, I'm a dead man walking
(Hahaha!)
[Verse 3: Shofu & Jeesh]
PE$O was leaning, he passed me a cup of the Wock'
She gon' climb up my arm 'cause my wrist is a rock
In the kitchen with Django, I'm whipping a pot
Your b*tch say that I'm handsome, I get that a lot
I was f*cking this thot, I was up in her pancreas
Straight off the top, I don't know, I be saying sh*t
Still tryna play with that heat like I'm Damian
I'm tryna f*ck every b*tch in my radius
Glock in my pocket, I limp for kilometers
She abandoned her morals, she heard I was popular
b*tch, I need me a queen, I can't f*ck with no commoners
New pair of shoes, I was still in her box
Just took his b*tch, I was stealing her box
Tetris games in the whip, I was spinning his block
And if he wanting peace, then it's two at his top

[Verse 3: Jeesh & Anonymuz]
Aye, huh, I'm on gang flow again
Chopper a Death Note, I walk with pens
Say that he nice, it's a means to an end
Walk down on his house, it get toppled within
If the oven come out, then it's burning your skin
Stolo riding with turbulence, stay strapped in
Boca Town with the dreidels, they know how to spin
If he miss, then we do it again
Yeah, huh, aye, we send him up to—
f*ck that, he going down there
Boy, you can't say "Jit" 'cause you not from around there
You pull up to BR Town, you know I don the crown there
Autopsy in Moncler
I hope that he looking fresh when he up in that box
Feeling shells, don't get too shocked
This beat sound like the one off that song that I dropped, the f*ck? (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 4: Anonymuz]
Walk down on n*ggas, they thinks it's a faceoff
K rip his face off, let's have a K off
Hoe call me "Knuckles", I came with the chaos
Ain't pay your dues, how you think that's gon' pay off?
(Hmm)
Keep talking, your n*ggas call you with a séance
I take your money, your b*tch, and your fans
And won't switch up no plans 'cause I can't take a day off
(Uh)
She got one hand on the blick and one hand on my head
Hand on my di*k, I put hands on your partner
And hands on your mama, put hands on your friends
We could throw hands or tote cannons instead
Beat up your manager, plan out your end
I'll whip this muhf*cking jet 'round the planet
To get 'round his ass, sh*t don't plan out, it's dead