Funkmaster Flex - Re Route lyrics

[Verse] Ain't with the funny sh*t, load up a hundred clip You already know who I'm comin' with (Who you wit'?) If it's lit, then it's lit, y'all know how we get We drop sh*t for the fu*k of it (How you get?) If he make a mistake and move wrong With no hesitation, Monte uppin' it (Boom) If it's 10K on this ni**a head fu*k that, we gon' double it (Ha) I went the wrong way (What?), I had to reroute (Skrrt) These is bloody shoes (What?), I'll let it bleed out If she can't get away from her ni**a (You tell her), I tell her sneak out (What you did?) Then I put 'em on molly and Xans (What you gotta?), I gotta geek now Middle fingers to the opps, they know how we rock, it ain't no options (Baow, baow, baow, baow) R.I.P. to Pop Smoke, if we find out who did it, y'all know we gon' pop them Red beam, .30, shot 'em, drop 'em, I'm just bein' honest Ayy, yo, DWade, you got 'em? (D, I got 'em, ni**a), well, mission accomplished (Baow) Back to this rap sh*t, back to the topic, count up the profit (Huh?) I pull up with a bad b*tch (Skrrt), by the end of the night, we gettin' it poppin' (Woo) Speak about rap sh*t, I hear all the hate, hear all the gossip But I promised b**bie I'ma chill, for real, so don't let me break that promise (Gang, gang) Everything litty, everything digital, put that on God (ni**a, that's on the stars) When I'm back in the city I'm mixing Givenchy with Christian Dior (ni**a, know what you start) And these hoes tryna get me, they lookin' for comments like Lira Galore (Lira Galore) I'm back in my city, I hopped out of prison and jumped on the Forbes Bust down what? Bust down this, big drip what? Big drip this 15K for my motherfu*kin' fit (Grrt, grrt), keep twenty-two shots in my motherfu*kin' stick (Baow, baow, baow, baow) [Chorus] I'm back in my bag, sachet (In my bag) Don't get me mad, fache (Don't get me mad) b*tch, I'm a Suvi, I make a movie (b*tch, I'm a what?) Right in front your Barclay (Like, woo) Don't let me up it and leave it stuck (Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow, baow) Pardon me Don't let me up it and leave it stuck (Don't let me, don't let me, grraow, baow, grraow) Pardon me I'm back in my bag, sachet (In my bag) Don't get me mad, fache (Don't get me mad) b*tch, I'm a Suvi, I make a movie (b*tch, I'm a what?) Right in front your Barclay (Like, woo) Don't let me up it and leave it stuck (Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow, baow) Pardon me Don't let me up it and leave it stuck (Don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow, baow) Pardon me