Funk on 'Em

Bitch don’t make me pop the trunk on em
You gon make me have to funk on em
Bitch, my whole posse got guns on em
Watch their 501's and double x’s get shrunk on em (What?)
Bitch don’t make me pop the trunk on em
You gon make me have to funk on em
Bitch, my whole posse got guns on em
Watch their 501's and double x’s get shrunk on em (What?)
Pack a six shot on the block
Cause it’s mando
Spread them legs open
Hit them guys like I’m Rambo
Mami knows that I’m that muthafucka
That she runs to
Tired of these lames
Baby daddy gets spun too
I could give a fuck about what you think
Foo I blunt talk
Sippin' purple leanin' like a cholo
When I gun walk
I know this bitch Mickey
She was buzzin' when I met her
Forty in hand bad B Ima sweat her
Took her to the crib
I ain’t let her call me baby
Gerber ass bitch don’t be looking at my staceys
Headed back to the set where them dogs at
Where them gees at
Catch you slackin' foo believe that
A bad bitch expensive
But a solid bitch priceless
Don’t ever wife a hoodrat up
That’s a crisis
Split their wig so hard
I watch his hair style change
Neurosurgeon with the cuete
Bring that barrel to your brain
Bitch don’t make me pop the trunk on em
You gon make me have to funk on em
Bitch, my whole posse got guns on em
Watch their 501's and double x’s get shrunk on em (What?)
Bitch don’t make me pop the trunk on em
You gon make me have to funk on em
Bitch, my whole posse got guns on em
Watch their 501's and double x’s get shrunk on em
Yeah pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Bitch I’m with the funk if you wanna test mine
I just hit the city with my 2 chrome 9's
No I ain’t killer unless you cross that line
Yeah give me my respect or I’m comin' for yo neck
And focus on your check like you focused on your ex
Bitch got you believing that she different from the rest
Bitch can’t get a dollar out of me
That’s on the west
Bitch I be getting mine cause I grind
Yeah you know that
Pocket full of green
What you mean let me hold that
Came up on a pound now you begging
Should’ve sold that
Fucking up your re-up
Bitch that money ain’t gon grow back
Ain’t too many out there that can do what I do
One man band getting 100 bands woo
You could spit 3 verses kill you with a haiku
Those them haters watching everything that I do
Talk about me bitch
Bitch don’t make me pop the trunk on em
You gon make me have to funk on em
Bitch, my whole posse got guns on em
Watch their 501's and double x’s get shrunk on em (What?)
Bitch don’t make me pop the trunk on em
You gon make me have to funk on em
Bitch, my whole posse got guns on em
Watch their 501's and double x’s get shrunk on em (What?)