E-40 Function

[Hook: Problem]

Aye, aye bitch, try this

Guarantee turn a square to a bi bitch

You ain't down, b-b-bye bitch

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, bitch (BIATCH~!)

You're fucking 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 fuck wit broccoli Bacardi,

Bacardi one fifty one out my body, about that green like wasabi

Like Young Bari we mobby', we bossin', back the fuck 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 nigga shit man I stay laced and groomed

I spray myself with sucka repellent my nigga, 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 (BIATCH!)

 

[Hook:]

 

[Verse 2: IamSU!]

(Right, yeah, haha, yeah)

Aye bitch, okay bitch

It's uncle Earl and the HBK bitch

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 niggas been called that

Alcoholic, sippin on that liquor, oh I'm drunk as hell

Fuckin' with a lil bitch 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 pass GO

My flow so Lamborghini, yo shit's so Rav 4

Now you understand why everything I do I gas ho

Suzy, nigga

 

[Hook:]

 

[Verse 3: YG]

I’m out here trying to function, out here trying to function

Don’t talk to me bitch if we ain’t fuckin'

Yea I’m a asshole, I don’t give a fuck though

Skip the bullshit, like wussup with some suck though

I go too much, make you bitch choose up

Niggas getting mad nigga 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 bitch

With an ass 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 bitch

And I don’t like these hoes, I give ‘em dick and dip, whoop