[Intro]

Boy, I think about it every night and day

I'm addicted, wanna jump inside your love (What you think, baby?)

I wouldn't wanna have it any other way

I'm addicted and I just can't get enough (Hold up, ayy)

[Chorus]

I'm addicted to the funk, lot of gun smoke

Slide with baby bro 'cause he gon' yank it 'til his thumb broke

A basic bitch, I had to drop her 'cause her funds low

She ain't wanna run it up with Gotti, she's a dumb ho

Wrapped him up a while ago and niggas ain't slide

You can run and duck behind the 'Gram, but niggas can't hide

Popped him while he was on live and call it FaceTime

This a baby Glock, but it be barkin' like a canine

[Post-Chorus]

Stump down, track runner, she my top feet

Wish that he could step the way I step, but he is not me

They better tear the city up if niggas pop me

Hold on, brother, bend that block again, I'm finna drop ski

[Verse 1]

Fuck the lovey dovey, where that bag at?

If she ain't breakin' bread, then that the type of bitch I laugh at

Tryna eat, so what the fuck these niggas mad at?

I'm racin' to the chicken, we gon' see who get the last laugh

[Chorus]

I'm addicted to the funk, lot of gun smoke

Slide with baby bro 'cause he gon' yank it 'til his thumb broke

A basic bitch, I had to drop her 'cause her funds low

She ain't wanna run it up with Gotti, she's a dumb ho

Wrapped him up a while ago and niggas ain't slide

You can run and duck behind the 'Gram, but niggas can't hide

Popped him while he was on live and call it FaceTime

This a baby Glock, but it be barkin' like a canine

[Post-Chorus]

Stomped down, track runner, she my top feet

Wish that he could step the way I step, but he is not me

They better turn the city up if niggas pop me

But hold on, brother, bend that block again, I'm finna drop ski

[Verse 2]

Easy money, I ain't never need no hand out

Know some niggas mad, I moved around and took the bag route

Hit their block it's like I'm tryna take the trash out

Say he want his head, but I can't let my brother crash out

Road runnin', chilli chaser, this a bankroll

Box a nigga in and do him triflin', that's a case closed

Call me Mr. Make-A-Movie like it's BangBros

Broke bitches make my stomach hurt, I swear I hate those

[Outro]

I wouldn't wanna have it any other way

I'm addicted and I just can't get enough

Just can't get enough

Boy, I think about it every night and day

I'm addicted and I just can't get enough

I wouldn't wanna have it any other way

I'm addicted and I just can't get enough

Just can't get—