the function.

By Remy Banks

On higher

Released on May 18, 2015

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[Verse 1]

Somebody pass me a lighter, I'm bout to set fire

To this joint I rolled filled with purple dope

Moschino hoe walking my way, and shorty steppin pigeon toe'd

With them thick thighs and that ass swole


[Verse 2: Lanksy]

Yeah Rem, y'all remember me

Nigga stay high but I keep lowkey

I need my green on them c-notes like a piano

Till peeing that european pino

No telling how far that we go

Speed boats to Puerto Rico

Gimme that, let me take a deep pull

Inhale, exhale

Thinking back on them days when I used to shop at clientele

Copping kicks to match the Coogi, never packed a uzi

But I stayed with some bitches, I stay surrounded by bad bitches though


[Verse 3: Nigel]

Banks got them bitches that got me stiff like raw denim

I always tell em via g chat, no hard feelings

There was this one time I bagged a bitch her skin lemon

Mad thick, real good smelling, artsy frames like Jon Lennon


[Hook: D.R.A.M.]

Me and you...

You girls, my crew...

Got weed and juice...is you coming through?

(she said yeah) when I asked her if she could come kick it

(she said yeah) even though I'm here with all my niggas

(she said yeah) She about to roll through with her bitches

(she said yeah) We can have ourselves a little shindig


[Verse 4]

You riding? I'm rollin! That fire, is potent

That I holding in my stash spot in this honda, I'm controlling

Like ayrton senna from the pole position

Jeff I know you down for the party mission

You'll probably end up leaving with a vixen

Meet me downstairs in like 5 minutes


[Verse 5: Jeff Donna]

On my, way, where you at? make sure that you got room in the back

If they do get swooned, loose off the tune, we ain't gotta worry bout who gon lap

She gon leave the GAWD, and her rules all gon be outlawed

Cuz she know we are, or maybe she think we smilez and south star

Ha more like lee and carter, speedin while I hit the ganja

Approaching parsons and archer, scoop THOTH then we on our way

Hillside bound, for thee party

That prince been talkin bout for weeks

One of y'all grab the liquor out the trunk

Let me call him up since we out front


[Verse 6: Prince]

What up drunk?! is y'all niggas still on the way

I've been here for about two days, I got two broads I'm about to slay

If I don't answer my jack, I'll be in the back, hittin' two bitches from the back

Bring y'all ass to the back and bring that yac, I'm hanging up that's enough of that