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FUNCTION
8,858
Hip-Hop/Rap
FUNCTION fue lanzado el 4 de octubre de 2024 por NLess Entertainment, BIG30 and Big Homiie G como parte del álbum Still King (Deluxe)
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Fecha de lanzamiento4 de octubre de 2024
Sello discográficoNLess Entertainment, BIG30 and Big Homiie G
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM66

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
BIG30
BIG30
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Zboy the Man
Zboy the Man
Producción
DJ KJ
DJ KJ
Producción
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

[Intro]
Blrrrd, blrrrd
(KJ, let the beat knock) Big Blrrrd
(ZBoy goin' crazy)
Don't fuck with ****, I promise
**** a hundred
Don't fuck with ****, I promise, don't fuck with **** for nothin'
Don't smoke with none of these ****, I'd rather smoke with my mama
[Chorus]
I rode a boat to the function (A boat), I'm smokin' dope, this shit funky (Dude)
I can't curse around that lady (Nah), but I smoke dope front her mommy (No)
Matter fact, I smoke with ma, she told me, "Son, this shit here pumpin'" (Gas, gas, gas)
She like, "Son, this blunt last me three days," mom, this my third onion (My third onion)
The neighbors think we sell dope (Ho), they smell this shit up off they porch (They porch)
And I just pulled up G-Wagon 63 (G-Wagon, skrrt), and mom, you drive a Porsche (A Porsche)
Day before that, pulled up brown 'Rari, call that ho a horse (That's a horse)
This bitch gon' ask me what I sell, bricks? I told that ho, "Of course" (Stupid-ass ho)
[Verse 1]
Nah, I don't play with that boy (Nah), CEO status, I'm corporate (CEO)
Matter fact, go Google me, BIG30 a platinum recorder (I'm CEO)
Hellcat black wings, touch the pad and I put it on Forgis (Vroom, vroom, skrrt)
Bulletproof Escalade, V3, Trackhawk, I move in that order
Goyard bag three-fifty (On gang), red and green Patek, it's crispy (On Hank)
Take the helicopter, make two hours feel like twenty minutes (Get there)
Drop me at the island, meet my members (Yeah) and like twenty bitches
Three pints of red (Yeah), six pints of Wock' (Wock', Wock'), it won't be a trip without Tristan
[Chorus]
I rode a boat to the function (A boat), I'm smokin' dope, this shit funky (Dude)
I can't curse around that lady (Nah), but I smoke dope front her mommy (No)
Matter fact, I smoke with ma, she told me, "Son, this shit here pumpin'" (Gas, gas, gas)
She like, "Son, this blunt last me three days," mom, this my third onion (My third onion)
The neighbors think we sell dope (Ho), they smell this shit up off they porch (They porch)
And I just pulled up G-Wagon 63 (G-Wagon, skrrt), and mom, you drive a Porsche (A Porsche)
Day before that, pulled up brown 'Rari, call that ho a horse (That's a horse)
This bitch gon' ask me what I sell, bricks? I told that ho, "Of course" (Stupid-ass ho)
[Verse 2]
I learnt to put the money up (Nah), fuck breakin' them racks out and shit (Fuck that shit up)
These **** ain't used to no money, they normally askin' for shit (Ayy, put that lil'-ass shit up)
This rap shit for my fam, my kid ask me they daddy gon' quit
Generational wealth, my son, grandson gon' be havin' shit (On God)
My bitch so bad (She bad), every time we get along, I knock her ass off (Ass off)
Shit, look at her, you better not touch, off the rip, blow your ass off (Blrrrd)
Backseat of that spaceship, gettin' dome, I'm 'bout to blast off (Pussy)
Havin' threesomes with the neighbor every time I heard her nag off
[Chorus]
I rode a boat to the function (A boat), I'm smokin' dope, this shit funky (Dude)
I can't curse around that lady (Nah), but I smoke dope front her mommy (No)
Matter fact, I smoke with ma, she told me, "Son, this shit here pumpin'" (Gas, gas, gas)
She like, "Son, this blunt last me three days," mom, this my third onion (My third onion)
The neighbors think we sell dope (Ho), they smell this shit up off they porch (They porch)
And I just pulled up G-Wagon 63 (G-Wagon, skrrt), and mom, you drive a Porsche (A Porsche)
Day before that, pulled up brown 'Rari, call that ho a horse (That's a horse)
This bitch gon' ask me what I sell, bricks? I told that ho, "Of course" (Stupid-ass ho)
Written by: Dmitry Kokurin, Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.
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