[Verse 1:] We was club hoppin last night the homie got in a fight He was drunk i hate wakin up to fuck All kinda a text messages and voicemails on my jack The nigga real into sayin they goin push my shit back When they see me it’s on onsite no talk This dog got a bite that will back up his bark It’s started all over a broad no chedda She was a site for sore eyes cool little put together I kept tellin the homies that she was bad news Knew a few dudes that been in her fallopian tubes But he didn’t listen thought i was trippin Know he bout to be dead or either in the prison Most of the times it’s over some kitten man i ain't kiddin If you slippin and trippin then good riddance They think got ammunition but we got more Assault weapons tear the head off a dinosaur Bitch
[Chorus:] I hate wakin up to funk, funk, funk, funk, funk [x3] But i can’t let them think that i’m a punk I hate wakin up to funk, funk, funk, funk, funk [x6] I’m still story tellin [x2] The art of story tellin [x2] I’m still story tellin [x2] Bitch this is story tellin [x2] Bitch
[Verse 2:] Rally up or should i say molly up Had a little bit of lemon, a little bit of sprite in my styrofoam cup To fuck em, get on em, fallet em, debone em Scout them bitches for even thinkin about going to war with a boss One a them punks forgot to turn they location off So we found out where they sleepin rest they noggin Parked right down the street in the bucket Waited till they tweeted, post a picture man Erry other minute they on instagram Showcasing they showin they faces, braggin Perpetrating outta bounds laggin Gotta be careful what you say they’ll research where you stay Ain't no resets in the bay them nigga ain't for play The element of surprise will bust a dusk or dime Slaughter a motherfucker in his front lines
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[Verse 3:] Ugh ah Meanwhile back at the crimescene The hellacopters and homicide and forensics team Takin reports and talkin to the neighbours Porch to porch but the neighbours don’t wanna be on paper So they keep they mouths zip, what they say We was in the house watchin netfilx we didn’t see shit Was it random or a hit that’s what the detectives say to victim family cryin throwin a fit The new game if i tell his mama who did that ain't snitching Yea it is my nigga get out in the street and handle business Can’t be no powder puff just because he light skinned don’t think he ain't tuff He’s gonna bust, imagine it, 9 times out off 10 his aim is accurate They think they got ammunition but we got more What you got assault weapons tear the head off a dinosaurs
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[Outro:] Hello Hey 40 Hey what’s up frost Yeah man, get on up man What’s goin on They just got on rallo last night man They got on rallo Funk, funk Hold up man Man it’s on blood Hold on man I can’t let this go that’s my little nigga man What happened bra I can’t let this go blood Where y’all at man Get yo ass up man it’s on Where yall atTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
