Function

[Intro]

Where you goin' at?

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]

The fuck you mean, your mama didn't teach you how to cook?

Your mama didn't teach you how to suck dick, but you could suck dick

Skate off a bitch like truck fit, stupid ass bitch but her butt thick

I be with the fuck shit, fuckin' up functions

Put a sheet of acid on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)

What up, bitch? What up, bitch?

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT]

Two lesbos in the cribbo, I'm goin' dumb with it

YounBoy soakin' up the game, I had a run with it

Billy with me and the semi with me, we gon' gun shit

Have him dodgin' bullets, got him lookin' like he krumpin'

Bay City, Freeport, all the way to West Columbia

I got money that's dippin', tippin' and flippin' like a tumbler

Southside still holdin' a whole lot of money that's bundled up

They put me in the ring because I knеw that I could rumble you

I never losе, always chose, I leave a sucker with a bruise

I beat your head just like some drums, and now they complain blue

Hot like the summer, but I still keep it cool

Shout out my vatos from the West, they some down ass fools

I'm in the nine-five-six with a top notch bitch

They tryna jock my shit but they can't rock like this

This is Air Force Ones, this is not K-Swiss

Lil' buddy on the floor, head lookin' like grits

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]

The fuck you mean, your mama didn't teach you how to cook?

Your mama didn't teach you how to suck dick, but you could suck dick

Skate off a bitch like truck fit, stupid ass bitch but her butt thick

I be with the fuck shit, fuckin' up functions

Put a sheet of acid on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)

What up, bitch? What up, bitch?

[Verse 2: Propain]

Ayy, what up, bitch? (What up, bitch?)

Yeah, I'm still the one they can't fuck with (Fuck with)

Thirty pointer diamonds and above shit

Got your ho chasin', tryna fight the temptation, I be on some David Ruffin shit (Yeah)

For a player, I love a shorty that's dumb thick (Ayy)

Chasin' paper, I'm countin' it 'til my thumb itch (Thumb itch)

Nigga try and take it, I'm poppin' it 'til the gun clock

Fuck a top five, them niggas know I'm the one, bitch (Mane)

Ha, god damn, okay, I'm actin' golden (Actin' golden)

I'm Sammy Sosa, I take a strike and get back motion (Facts)

I'm passin' Doja, I'm rockin' Rollies, the bag is frozen

The niggas cappin' bogus, the reason why I be lappin' over (Yeah)

My bitch is golden and pretty, and ass is swollen (Yeah)

And your bitch is hopeless and looks like somethin' we passin' over (Yeah)

The way I'm dressin', these niggas thinkin' the trap is open

Bitch, I'm in the function on all the hoes like I'm Fashion Nova

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]

The fuck you mean, your mama didn't teach you how to cook?

Your mama didn't teach you how to suck dick, but you could suck dick

Skate off a bitch like truck fit, stupid ass bitch but her butt thick

I be with the fuck shit, fuckin' up functions

Put a sheet of acid on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)

What up, bitch? What up, bitch?