WHERE THE FUNK AT ft. Itzdakiddt Lyrics

Ayy, and it's big money world forever, say that every time

Them niggas speakin' on my thug, but where the funk at

Steppas at your residence, we want war for that

Finna put him on a box, put him on a Tee

We celebrate when one drop, think it's New Year's Eve

Forever ridin' for my brothers, what I'm standin' on

Face shot or overdose, he's still dead and gone

Hey there, know the next line so bitch, don't play with me

Chase him with that big bitch, no fessor ' Oglevee

Team know kon gon' burn somethin', like it's third degree

Up somethin' bring it where he stay, like I'm Uber Eats

I'm not talkin' on the net, I'ma use my feet

Aim high, hit him where he think, I'm tryin' to see him bleed

Hold on, speakin' on my dead, finna do me wrong

top shotta, feel like NLE, I gotta choppa on me

Fuck opponents , catch a nigga lackin, I'ma breathe on him

Tip toe, Fred Flintstone, I'ma throw some

Bitch nigga, finna slap who? No, he can't stand on that

I can't funk with that nigga, he really handicapped

Hit the block once, fuck another lap

We don't need the double back

Drop lo, have a corner spin

Tell him, pick him up, a dead guy

Sending hollow tips where his head lies

Mom said, turn the other cheek, told her not I

Need my shit back in blood and I'ma take mine

Hate niggas,somethin' like the Klan I can't fuck with me

We gon' play this when we spin

Know wassup with us

Finna roll through the deep , like Aretha does

Dissed my dead,he in the dirt

They gotta dig him up

gotta dig him up

Cuz he a dead nigga

Y'all got me fucked up if you think I ain't gon' spaz on this

Lauri Markkanen

A spot up shooter , that be damagin'

Grew up in that jungle, all my niggas wild in African

Mama told me if you want that bag, then go and handle it

Ay, nigga, that's what I'm made to do

Show me what you came to do

Watch my niggas paint the room

Speaking on big money, that's some shit that you should never do

Pockets be on fat , so I can't help but be a skinny dude

Don't you get it twisted, I'm not slippin' on my P's and Q's

Wait, uh-oh, bitch, we in the building

Got lil' baby lookin' at a P, I know she wanna feel me

Hit it from the back, she makin' sounds, I guess we makin' music

Really can't believe that I'm that nigga, so I had to prove it

Niggas out here pump fakin', actin' like they really shooters

Niggas act like bitches, on my mama, they should work a Hooters

All My brother's ballin' on that court, cause bitch, we really Hoopers

Don't you get it twisted, I'm still shifty like Amari Cooper

Ay, I'm not from Dallas, but I hang with stars

Swervin' in them whips just like a nigga had some rental cars

What you know about sleepin' in them whips, I'm tryna live it large

Ay, uh, I'm tryna live it large

What you know about sleepin' in them whips, I'm tryna live it large

Huh, huh, was in them rental cars

Ay, uh, I'm tryna live it large

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