Intro : Ahhhhhhhhhh sh*t, we bringing you the funk. We bringing you the funk. We bringing you the funk. We bringing you the funkadelic X4
Verse : Hey! Hey! Born in the 90s that's where you'll find me a 9 to 5 was so plan B but you can't find me or even understand me hand me the mic i'm eating these rappers alive and kicking them off to the side. Make room for fitz i know my di*k fits well i admit it, make ya b*tch never forget it she spitting sentences backwards, you big lip bast*rd. I drive past her slow, on some cruise control got my bottle know my motto i'ma sip it slow i'm coming in. I'm a close the door, i'm laying pipe in ya wife till she begs for more. And don't let me catch you slipping cause n*gga I be pistol whipping. Got my hand on a breast and a thigh no churches chicken cause ni- ni- ni- ni- ni- n*gga here it is!