Fonk (feat. Yung Ro)

It's Long, man Hey, man Niggas know how I'm rockin', man 74421 FMB Take Money shit, man Ro, what's up? Yeah, Long, yeah, Long, yeah, Long Everything's Khroam in the future Look If you with that funk I don't care ' Bout your age Lil' homie 15 and got shot in the face Disrespect Donte, you shorten your days Disrespect Tony, meet him in the grave Smoking your homie, they say the lil' Nigga some gas Young niggas with me, they ready to crash Hit bro with the TEC and they all threw the flag Diss for attention, you going out sad, ooh I'm tryna come up from nothin' Feelin' like Luther, the way that I'm bustin' Nigga said LongMoney broke, he was bluffing Now I'm gettin' clout, they my cousins and brothers Drum on the Drac' so you better be catious We only finish whatever you started Shooting so fast, ain't no duck, weave, or dodging You mention my people, then we get retarded They took my brother from me for no reason Fuck it, you know, boy, it's time to get even Hop out the car with the cutter, I'm squeezing If he ain't dead, ain't no such thing as leaving Do you understand me? I'm misunderstood Nickname me engine, I stay in the hood I go where I want with a gun, yeah, I'm good I'm a rapper and bodyguard, feeling like Suge If I front you that pack, run off, you dead .223 cut off your leg We hit his arm, chest, head Scoot up like Lou in the name of my dead Trappin' ain't dead These niggas scared, need a brick of that dog Fuck the feds Been trappin' so hard, been up for days No time for pussy, I'm stuck in my ways These niggas rat, Chuck E. Cheese I need a couple P's, uh-huh He know not to fuck with me The chopper hold double D's Have you bleeding out burgundy, yeah In and out surgery Bullets burn to a third degree Turn your block to a murder scene Don't got a chain, but whenever I get one You reach for that bitch, I'ma cut off your arm Don't let the smile fool you, I came with a ruler That tool gon' get me out of harm They was sleep, I turned on the alarm Terrorist, I'ma blow like a bomb Shine bright, I'm right under the sun Come shop, I need all of my funds I don't give a fuck where you from You play with that gang, then you know how we come We get to loading them guns Shooting shit up 'cause we do this for fun Look, game ain't a game, better know how to play Got a lil' bitch, say she know where he stay We gon' follow the car 'til he open the gate And let the lil' .40 just open his face Hop out the car, run him down with the K Get in my way, ain't no way you escape We hit him up, hit him all in his face Rrah, then threw the car in the lake No face, no case, .38 shell, catch a Murder One Homicide, I ain't leaving no trace Can't sleep when it's smoke every day in your hood Can't hustle, can't grind, only option to pray When the pressure turned up, only option to spray If a nigga start trippin', we gon' drop him today Shoot him in the leg, have him hopping away I can shoot a whole hundred without droppin' the K Fuck the DA, they ain't dropping the case But I don't give a fuck, I ain't sign anyway Labels on my dick, I can sign any day But I'm signed to the streets, I got bond in the safe 12 tryna hang me, say 15 okay I laughed and left court, threw the paper away Pull a Tay-K if they revoke my bond 12 gotta catch me, I'm doing the race Fuck you and whoever rock with you Make sure they willing to die with you Make sure they willing to slide with you Beef with me, easy to die quicker