Function (feat. Low J)

By Kiddish Klub

On Mad Religious

Released on November 15, 2020

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Stop

Cee Lo

Pending on free smoke

Seminar

He spoke

Shut em up

Deebo

Wide awake

Zero

Time to waste

She knows

I don’t do the

Hero

Scene

Cuz I be evil

She don’t know

Me though

She don’t know Chefboy

I don’t know games

But I dominate

Metroid

Screaming so loud

When she makin' them sex noises

I wrote a bit

Bout bitch

Making bad choices

A limerick

Soon

Predicts

Why we stay buoyant

Touring

And and making hits like

(Bring the beat back)

Drop the fucker in a pinch like

Flatlinе notice that my doctor

Was a simp

I

Wish I coulda made it

Wish I had the chancе to live

I’m

Dead

Up in heaven

Looking down

Eating shrimps

Or

Burnin' up in hell

With the hookers and the pimps

Or

Maybe it’s Fugazi

Disappear with no regrets

I

Wish I had the answer

But without 'em

I suggest

You

Look at yourself

In need of some help

Prescribed

Keep the pills on the shelf

And Santas elves

Couldn’t save you

Cuz you slow a Dell

Monitor

You be slower than mail

Know you got word for me

But i don't see shit happen

Lucky

Got yo girl on me

But i don't feel attraction

Flex on a beast

Man you like dumb shit

No we get turnt

Its a zoo like function

Hit me with the bass and shit

Prolly not somethin' you like bumpin'

Soft ass basic shit

Gotta hit hard

Cuz the truth does too

Pluto on the daily shit

Smokin

Mushroom high

Like a nuke came through

Those who livin' fast

They gon' die slow

Like get up get this cash

Take ya time bro

They could question never ask

But stay nice wittit

It’s that silver and that gold

But they don’t know Kiddish

They just roll wittit

That shit ain’t ever gonna stop

He got the 'Rolla in the shop

So Ballzy chop whippin

We like rocks within

A lil drop that shit’ll pop

We on lock wittit

Like free

We up

But never drop

We hit the spot

Fuckin' make make the beat longer

Drop that bitch back in

Imma hit it from the back end

Wollmoney and I’m bringing back the savage

You ain’t fuckin with no Rocketman

Patent

Ain’t no ice up in my cup

I break the glass in

Mufucka

Better mind up on ya business

I got dreams and wishes

Ain’t no time for bitches

When we cookin' up

It’s Kiddish in the kitchen

You heard you listened

Ain’t no fuckin' competition