Bandz Da Breash - Function

Aye aye
We gon trap out the function (function function we we we)
We gon trap out the function (function function function)
Yea we gon trap out the function (function function we we we)
We gonna trap out the, we gonna we gonna
Man we gonna trap out the function
Know that I got it no need for assumption (Uh uh)
Don't all that frontin', tryna get popped doing all that stuntin'
Doing all the trusting, get the fuck off of me bitch no touching
We got the stick try to run up we bust it
You tryna get left in the dust I don't even understand
But it's all that, I won't talk ima fallback
Niggas shoot they shot, miss and never wanna get the ball back
Then another nigga they call wack
But the funny thing is they all black
But fuck that, I got Runtz, Biscotti, Gushers and they all smack
We all trapped, I'm bout my money, breeshy baby all stacks
I'm bout my BANDZ DA BREASH when you spell that put that in all caps
I'm bout my breeshy baby, paid my dues and got the cost back
Bitch I could spend it all right now cause I get what I lost back
If you was talking down on Breashy bitch dats where you lost at
You said it's action but you switch the tune up when we cross paths
I don't say shit somehow these niggas know it's all gas
No brakes, yo soft ass get no patience we all blasting
Need mo' cake or we all fasting
If it's no jakes we could all cash in
Choppa cut the hair up off yo head like we gon bald cap him
Hit 'em leave a hole inside the back we baseball cap him
No talking all action
No picture, all caption
Aye aye
We gon trap out the function (function function we we we)
We gon trap out the function (function function function)
Yea we gon trap out the function (function function we we we)
We gonna trap out the, we gonna we gonna
Man we gonna trap out the function
Know that I got it no need for assumption (Uh uh)
Don't all that frontin', tryna get popped doing all that stuntin'
Doing all the trusting, get the fuck off of me bitch no touching
We got the stick try to run up we bust it
You tryna get left in the dust I don't even understand
But it's all that, I won't talk ima fallback
Niggas shoot they shot, miss and never wanna get the ball back
Then another nigga they call wack
But the funny thing is they all black
But fuck that, I got Runtz, Biscotti, Gushers and they all smack
We all trapped, I'm bout my money, breeshy baby all stacks
I'm bout my BANDZ DA BREASH when you spell that put that in all caps
I'm bout my breeshy baby, paid my dues and got the cost back
Bitch I could spend it all right now cause I get what I lost back
If you was talking down on Breashy bitch dats where you lost at
Right now cause I get what I lost back
If you was talking down on Breashy bitch dats where you lost at
You lost that
Bitch bitch that's where lost at

Written by:
Damann Bogle

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