[Intro]
Special delivery, [?]
(Funk Flex)
Funk Flex, Holiday
(You know who it is)
Fuck all ya'll
(That's right)
Hate me if you want
(I take sole responsibility for this one)
(See me)
[Verse]
Naw, I ain't Bentley out (That's right)
Every gun that I touched on, owned, dog, I emptied out (That's word)
You the boss? Tell your men "be out" 'fore they soul be gone, blood be missing and wind be out
Got the motherfuckin' 9 hollow
And the only thing ya'll niggas tryna pop is the cork on a wine bottle
Better stop flashin' the cash
When I squeeze three, don't be surprised your man happеned to dash
You could beef, I don't get excitеd, I don't holla names ([?] say your name)
When I shoot you in the brain, I don't get indicted
Niggas gettin' hit at the boy, you on that God, shit (Mr. man, baby)
Like niggas ain't get at the Lord
Fuck the cross, I'ma drop you off in front of The Source
Let 'em write about that, what'chu like about that? (What?)
I just beat a charge, my 9 millimeter large ([?]), you on that pretty shit, you don't really need a scar
I don't need you to snitch neither
That's the [?] lady
Feds watchin' in the court, seein' me (Seein' me, baby)
I wanna chill, y'all wanna talk crazy, now I gotta get at cha'll (Anytime)
I'm the motherfuckin' dead in y'all ([?])
It's about to be three dead dog in the reservoir ([?])
I ain't got a gun to jam (That's right)
You think you hard? You could bring your little mans and we could have our own Summer Jam (We could do it in the streets)
And I don't wanna stop
Fuck a song, I want a gun to pop (Pop, pop, pop)
If you really wanna beef with me (Hahaaaa)
Ya'll niggas bitch, come and sleep with me (Get in the bed, man, I tuck you in)
If I see you without a gun then you better not speak with me
Special delivery, [?]
(Funk Flex)
Funk Flex, Holiday
(You know who it is)
Fuck all ya'll
(That's right)
Hate me if you want
(I take sole responsibility for this one)
(See me)
[Verse]
Naw, I ain't Bentley out (That's right)
Every gun that I touched on, owned, dog, I emptied out (That's word)
You the boss? Tell your men "be out" 'fore they soul be gone, blood be missing and wind be out
Got the motherfuckin' 9 hollow
And the only thing ya'll niggas tryna pop is the cork on a wine bottle
Better stop flashin' the cash
When I squeeze three, don't be surprised your man happеned to dash
You could beef, I don't get excitеd, I don't holla names ([?] say your name)
When I shoot you in the brain, I don't get indicted
Niggas gettin' hit at the boy, you on that God, shit (Mr. man, baby)
Like niggas ain't get at the Lord
Fuck the cross, I'ma drop you off in front of The Source
Let 'em write about that, what'chu like about that? (What?)
I just beat a charge, my 9 millimeter large ([?]), you on that pretty shit, you don't really need a scar
I don't need you to snitch neither
That's the [?] lady
Feds watchin' in the court, seein' me (Seein' me, baby)
I wanna chill, y'all wanna talk crazy, now I gotta get at cha'll (Anytime)
I'm the motherfuckin' dead in y'all ([?])
It's about to be three dead dog in the reservoir ([?])
I ain't got a gun to jam (That's right)
You think you hard? You could bring your little mans and we could have our own Summer Jam (We could do it in the streets)
And I don't wanna stop
Fuck a song, I want a gun to pop (Pop, pop, pop)
If you really wanna beef with me (Hahaaaa)
Ya'll niggas bitch, come and sleep with me (Get in the bed, man, I tuck you in)
If I see you without a gun then you better not speak with me
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