Function Ciscero (Ft. April George, Cheakaity & GoldLink)
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[Chorus: April George & Cheakaity]
Niggas out here bustin', shoot for nothing, it's the function, ay
Niggas out here lunchin', come on something, it's the function, ay
Weed and Robitussin get you punished, it's the function, ay
Niggas 'bout the money, homie run it, it's the function, ay
Niggas talk and bossing you for nothing, it's the function, ay
Niggas out here running come on something, it's the function, ay
Weed and Robitussin get you punished, it's the function, ay
Niggas 'bout the money, homie run it, it's the function, ay
[Verse 1: Ciscero]
Run up with me, got shots for the low, low, thots for the bro, give me box for the low, no, wait
Fuck twelve, that's a cop with a GoPro, nah, finna go, no, ride for the hoes, no man
Cuh, I'm a motherfucking problem when I come through, want me on, uh, two, shawty say I run through
She be trying to cuss, move, hit it with the one-two, feeling like the GOAT, uh, I'm the one move nigga, uh
I ain’t came here for no problems, these niggas put yo’ ass together for a dollar, you see the function
The funk and you follow, you sitting out front with the love and the knowledge, drugs and the violence
Drugs and the plugs, and the judges, the knives, for what?
We can shine but we stunt
Man, this ain’t love, we survivin'
You duck or get five of the motherfucking shots on your plug
Bruh, we got acid trips and bag of fifth and mamma called but I ain’t home, she mad as shit
She got daddy issues, bag is fake, thrasher tee, a masterpiece, she bad as shit
Got zips for sale, the dick is well, the Vic is well
We all get high, we live in hell
We gon' put a tee in the air when we ball
We gon' put a 'C' in the air when he go, bruh!
Niggas out here bustin', shoot for nothing, it's the function, ay
Niggas out here lunchin', come on something, it's the function, ay
Weed and Robitussin get you punished, it's the function, ay
Niggas 'bout the money, homie run it, it's the function, ay
Niggas talk and bossing you for nothing, it's the function, ay
Niggas out here running come on something, it's the function, ay
Weed and Robitussin get you punished, it's the function, ay
Niggas 'bout the money, homie run it, it's the function, ay
[Verse 1: Ciscero]
Run up with me, got shots for the low, low, thots for the bro, give me box for the low, no, wait
Fuck twelve, that's a cop with a GoPro, nah, finna go, no, ride for the hoes, no man
Cuh, I'm a motherfucking problem when I come through, want me on, uh, two, shawty say I run through
She be trying to cuss, move, hit it with the one-two, feeling like the GOAT, uh, I'm the one move nigga, uh
I ain’t came here for no problems, these niggas put yo’ ass together for a dollar, you see the function
The funk and you follow, you sitting out front with the love and the knowledge, drugs and the violence
Drugs and the plugs, and the judges, the knives, for what?
We can shine but we stunt
Man, this ain’t love, we survivin'
You duck or get five of the motherfucking shots on your plug
Bruh, we got acid trips and bag of fifth and mamma called but I ain’t home, she mad as shit
She got daddy issues, bag is fake, thrasher tee, a masterpiece, she bad as shit
Got zips for sale, the dick is well, the Vic is well
We all get high, we live in hell
We gon' put a tee in the air when we ball
We gon' put a 'C' in the air when he go, bruh!
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