Testo Say No More

Funked out, loced out
Funked out, funked out, funked out, loced out
Funked out, funked, funked out loced out
Funked out, loced out
Funked out, funked, funked out, loced, out
Funked out, funked, funked out, loced, out
Funked out, funked, funked out, loced out
Bitch it's been a lil minute
Just peep how I kick it
My fingers been itching
Been thumbed thru a million
Momma told me "boy, listen it get tricky"
Cops at the door, said I got the cup with me
Problems been problems since Bobby and Whitney
Pockets been loaded, know this shit get eerie
Poetically spеaking on point like Deacon
I'm season for twеaking, just gimme a reason
Bitches been bitching, don’t move like I’m interested
Sorry bitch, I got no love of that simple shit
Lipton on ice, I'm outside tryna freak a bitch
Moving accordingly slick master penmanship
Vibes in this bitch, done fucked up like that melly shit Who I'ma trust casket closed
We will never know, alone in the Rolls
Don’t want no shots in the dome
Take me home

Seat sat back at the red light
Flashes from the headlights
Keep a nigga mind racing err night
Rumble from motor got da lil bitch mouth achin
I been running laps, I think I need me new ankles
Only out da night, I think I like a lil danger
Time after time I done learned keep your banger
Back from the dead, I done spawned out the manger
Hit her with the dick and made her tap kurt angle
Bodies in the bushes, think I'm doing favors
Momma never loved you, send you on your way
Slide for the guys, never trip bout no favors
Crammed in my backseat, bitches come all flavors
This right here for all my losers
Don’t you forget you can’t let it consume you
Put down the Ruger, boy
Looking foolish, holes in your medulla, boy

Funked out, loced out
Funked out, funked out, funked out, loced out
Funked out, funked, funked out loced out
Funked out, loced out
Funked out, funked, funked out, loced, out