Function lyrics

[Intro]
Where you goin' at?

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
The f*ck you mean, your mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Your mama didn't teach you how to suck di*k, but you could suck di*k
Skate off a b*tch like truck fit, stupid ass b*tch but her butt thick
I be with the f*ck sh*t, f*ckin' up functions
Put a sheet of assit on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)
What up, b*tch? What up, b*tch?

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]
Two lesbos in the cribbo, I'm goin' dumb with it
YounBoy soakin' up the game, I had a run with it
Billy with me and the semi with me, we gon' gun sh*t
Have him dodgin' bullets, got him lookin' like he krumpin'
Bay City, Freeport, all the way to West Columbia
I got money that's dippin', tippin' and flippin' like a tumbler
Southside still holdin' a whole lot of money that's bundled up
They put me in the ring because I knеw that I could rumble you
I never losе, always chose, I leave a sucker with a bruise
I beat your head just like some drums, and now they complain blue
Hot like the summer, but I still keep it cool
Shout out my vatos from the West, they some down ass fools
I'm in the nine-five-six with a top notch b*tch
They tryna jock my sh*t but they can't rock like this
This is Air Force Ones, this is not K-Swiss
Lil' buddy on the floor, head lookin' like grits
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
The f*ck you mean, your mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Your mama didn't teach you how to suck di*k, but you could suck di*k
Skate off a b*tch like truck fit, stupid ass b*tch but her butt thick
I be with the f*ck sh*t, f*ckin' up functions
Put a sheet of assit on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)
What up, b*tch? What up, b*tch?

[Verse 2: Propain]
Ayy, what up, b*tch? (What up, b*tch?)
Yeah, I'm still the one they can't f*ck with (f*ck with)
Thirty pointer diamonds and above sh*t
Got your ho chasin', tryna fight the temptation, I be on some David Ruffin sh*t (Yeah)
For a player, I love a shorty that's dumb thick (Ayy)
Chasin' paper, I'm countin' it 'til my thumb itch (Thumb itch)
n*gga try and take it, I'm poppin' it 'til the gun clock
f*ck a top five, them n*ggas know I'm the one, b*tch (Mane)
Ha, god damn, okay, I'm actin' golden (Actin' golden)
I'm Sammy Sosa, I take a strike and get back motion (Facts)
I'm passin' Doja, I'm rockin' Rollies, the bag is frozen
The n*ggas cappin' bogus, the reason why I be lappin' over (Yeah)
My b*tch is golden and pretty, and ass is swollen (Yeah)
And your b*tch is hopeless and looks like somethin' we passin' over (Yeah)
The way I'm dressin', these n*ggas thinkin' the trap is open
b*tch, I'm in the function on all the hoes like I'm Fashion Nova
[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
The f*ck you mean, your mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Your mama didn't teach you how to suck di*k, but you could suck di*k
Skate off a b*tch like truck fit, stupid ass b*tch but her butt thick
I be with the f*ck sh*t, f*ckin' up functions
Put a sheet of assit on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)
What up, b*tch? What up, b*tch?