Futuristic Funk

[Intro]

Yeah, ha, yeah, and it goes like

Hey, hey, hey, hey, and I tell 'em, "Fuck you," if you hatin'

So fuck you, we makin' money, bitch

That's all I really got to say

I'm just gonna start rappin' and shut the fuck up

Blaow

[Verse 1]

I said they actin' like they better, but they never been the shit

Hows it feel to have a hundred thousand people on ya dick?

Well, it feels good, homie, you should probably try it

If you never rocked a sold out show, then keep quiet

I gets busy on a track, workin' double time

Tryna find a foreign pussy just to put my tongue inside

I be on the top of the charts, you just an underline

Tearin' through the streets, all these hatin' suckers run inside

Furious, fool probably wanna come and stomp me out

Mad they got a girl, and I'm all that bitch talks about

Been gettin' money since I walked around my father's house

The dads be cop and search when I come and take they daughters out

Paper come in large amounts, I'm eatin' like I should

Surf and turf shit, sink my teeth in somethin' good

They mad I ain't hood, nah, I came to party hard

You grillin' at me, but I smile back, bitch, hardy-har

[Chorus]

Come on down, grab your girl, maybe spin her around

Ain't no other motherfucker gettin' the people this wild

What you want? Some futuristic funk

Tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk

We those kids gettin' cheese, on some Cheetos shit

Just fuckin' for the night, then we leave that bitch

So what you want? Some futuristic funk

Tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk (Hey, hey)

[Verse 2]

So you probably heard I rap a ton, havin' fun

Never have I had a gun

Vomit when I spit like I devoured somethin' bad for lunch

Tryna figure out the way to get me rich, I have a hunch

Like Velma up in Scooby-Doo, confusin' like a Rubix Cube

Usually don't do this, I be stupid, just a nuisance

All you seem to hear about, I'm in ya ear; Q-tip

Yeah, that's dude sick, sleeve with a few tricks

Breathe in a huge spliff, weed come in two zips

You light it, then I burn it, like a furnace when the herb hits

Like it 'cause I earn it, smokin' good veggie turnips

Bitch, I'm fallin' from the sky like bird shit

Makin' movies everywhere I go, call me Ernest

[Chorus]

Come on down, grab your girl, maybe spin her around

Ain't no other motherfucker gettin' the people this wild

What you want? Some futuristic funk

Tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk

We those kids gettin' cheese, on some Cheetos shit

Just fuckin' for the night, then we leave that bitch

So what you want? Some futuristic funk

Tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk, like uh

[Outro]

Like uh, like uh

Yo, Jerm's out there, makin' all this shit sound good

I'm in here talkin' shit

Don't be mad, motherfucker

I'm gettin, I'm gettin, I'm gettin', I'm livin' great, you're not