[Chorus]
40 got me funky (Funky)
I popped a molly (Molly), went kamikaze
Another 40
I'm Michael Jordan and bitch, I'm scoring
Drank two 40's
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, police is knocking
Ain't got no worries (Ain't got no)
Feeling funky
I popped a molly, went kamikaze (Kami)
Another 40
I'm Kyrie Irving and bitch, I'm scoring
Drank two 40's
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
Ain't got no worries
[Post-Chorus]
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky (Stoney)
[Verse 1]
I popped a molly, switching lanes
I'ma pull up in this bitch, exotic (Skrrt)
Lean in Sprite and gin in tonic
These bitches erotic
She just wanna get inside my motherfucking pocket (Yeah)
Another 40, I should stop it (Woah)
Two thousand ounces of this shit will make you feel like vomit
But I don't mind it, I kinda like it
Young and wild
We killing shit, we live this shit
I ain't go to school
They ask me how I live like this
I did my shit, 20 this year
And I'm only getting older 'til I'm in the dirt (I'm in the dirt)
How I hold a grudge with two 40's all in my hand (All in my hand)
But pull up on me, try me, you can catch the fade, my man
You and your friends
40 got me funky (Funky)
I popped a molly (Molly), went kamikaze
Another 40
I'm Michael Jordan and bitch, I'm scoring
Drank two 40's
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, police is knocking
Ain't got no worries (Ain't got no)
Feeling funky
I popped a molly, went kamikaze (Kami)
Another 40
I'm Kyrie Irving and bitch, I'm scoring
Drank two 40's
My bitch is foreign, she got deported
Thousand ounces, this shit still popping
Ain't got no worries
[Post-Chorus]
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky
40 got me funky (Stoney)
[Verse 1]
I popped a molly, switching lanes
I'ma pull up in this bitch, exotic (Skrrt)
Lean in Sprite and gin in tonic
These bitches erotic
She just wanna get inside my motherfucking pocket (Yeah)
Another 40, I should stop it (Woah)
Two thousand ounces of this shit will make you feel like vomit
But I don't mind it, I kinda like it
Young and wild
We killing shit, we live this shit
I ain't go to school
They ask me how I live like this
I did my shit, 20 this year
And I'm only getting older 'til I'm in the dirt (I'm in the dirt)
How I hold a grudge with two 40's all in my hand (All in my hand)
But pull up on me, try me, you can catch the fade, my man
You and your friends
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