The Funk

Wasup baby Say it's getting late And the spot Getting shady Plus niggas like staring at you Like we at a weigh in In case it escalated Gotta tuck the glock Cause you know how Niggas hating And I Know They want me dead But baby while they waiting Baby I'll be skating Turn on the radio Now you Hear my song playing Gotta hold my head All the nights I was praying All I'm really saying Know it's All about you tho Known by the way All his friends Call him U dough Mr hit the stash Get the cash n the culo Trill type nigga Slurred word spitter puro Holla at me on turo It all started from a glance Spotted baby looking at me I was in my stance Had to call her over Had to forward my advance If you got the time I could Squeeze you in my plans Then proceed To romance Naw he ain't in a rush Know he dealing well Roll his feelings in a Dutch Running outta time When the situation clutch Whisper in her ear Then they wonder why she blush It tickles when he touch Baby Know I got the funk Look me in my eyes While she blow me Like a blunt/ His blood pressure rise Then he quick to pop the trunk Know he quick to dump Leave the scene hella skunk Leave his homie hella slumped He just blowing steam off He just need space Like he running lead off JU pump brakes He just let em bleed off Get my freak off JU be chill Just don't get him T'd off