Trend - Function lyrics

[Hook: Problem] Aye, aye b**h, try this Guarantee turn a square to a bi b**h You ain't down, b-b-bye b**h I ain't got time for playin, I'm just saying man We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function I ain't got time for playin', I'm just sayin' man We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function We out here trying to function, man we out here trying to function I ain't got time for playin', I'm just sayin' man we out here trying to function [Verse 1: E-40] We out here trying to function, b**h (b*atch~!) You're f**ing off my high, get up out my mix You're messing up my vibe, I'm trying to get some crevice Put her in my ride, take her to the Ritz I'm toasted and sloppy, I f** wit broccoli Bacardi, Bacardi one fifty one out my body, about that green like wasabi Like Young Bari we mobby', we bossin', back the f** off me Getting money my hobby, not getting money is not me Only rappers I listen to is E-40 and Pac I'm having my revenue playa having this gwop I'm on my fly big n***a sh** man I stay laced and groomed I spray myself with s**a repellent my n***a, not perfume Anything you got I can sell it, a hustler think I can't Gift of gab, sell the White House black paint Word Candy, S.L.A.N.G I'm thinkin bout takin a million dollar insurance policy out on my mouthpiece (b*atch!) [Hook:] [Verse 2: ImSU!] (Right, yeah, haha, yeah) Aye b**h, okay b**h It's uncle Earl and the HBK b**h Mention the gang they already know that we ballin I'm coming straight out the Rich, I got family down in New Orleans Where you from, you say you're lying out here we say that you jawsin You probably thought this never would happen my n***as been called that Alcoholic, sippin on that liquor, oh I'm drunk as hell f**in' with a lil b**h over in Vallejo Got a whole pack of pre-rolled Young L's And I'm never down to uno, pockets on sumo Haters respect the pedigree, ballin heavily A phony homie, I never be for methamphetamine That means it's crack ho, young G, hotter than Tabasco I smash hoes, collect two hunnid and pa** GO My flow so Lamborghini, yo sh**'s so Rav 4 Now you understand why everything I do I gas ho Suzy, n***a [Hook:] [Verse 3: YG] I'm out here trying to function, out here trying to function Don't talk to me b**h if we ain't f**in' Yea I'm a a**hole, I don't give a f** though Skip the bullsh**, like wussup with some s** though I go too much, make you b**h choose up n***as getting mad n***a what you gon' do If he think he too tough, you know I keep two tucked If I don't fight that mean I'm comin' back to shoot Ridin' in the car, lookin' for a bad b**h With an a** and tits, yeah she gotta be dumb cute Got her number text her phone like “baby what you doin'" She was like "Nothing much you should come through" I got dick for days, I got dick for days Made her take off her work and gave her dick for days Push it to my brain, to my temple b**h And I don't like these hoes, I give ‘em dick and dip, whoop [Hook:]