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Funkmaster Flex – Re Route Lyrics
Funkmaster Flex, Rowdy Rebel
Ain't with the funny shit, load up a hunnid clip You already know who I'm comin' with (who you wit'?) If it's lit, then it's lit, y'all know how we get it We drop shit for the f*ck of it (how you get?) If he make a mistake and move wrong With no hesitation, Monte uppin' it (boom) If it's ten K on this nigga's head F*ck that, we gon' double it (hah) I went the wrong way (what), I had to reroute (skrrt) These is bloody shoes (what), I'm gonna bleed out If she can't get away from her nigga (don't you tell tell her) I tell her, "Sneak out" (don't you dare) Then I put 'em on molly and Xans, I gotta geek now Middle fingers to the opps,they know how we rock (baow, baow, baow, baow) It ain't no options, R.I.P. to Pop Smoke If we find out who did it, y'all know we gon' pop them Red beam, .30, shot 'em, drop 'em, I'm just bein' honest Ayy, yo, D, when you got 'em? (D, I got 'em, nigga) Want mission accomplished (baow) Back to this rap shit, back to the topic Count up the profit (huh?) I pull up with a bad bitch (skrrt) By the end of the night, we gettin' it poppin' (woo) Speakin' 'bout rap shit I hear all the hate, hear all the gossip But I promised Boobie I'ma chill, for real So don't let me break that promise (gang, gang) Everything litty, everything digital Put that on God (nigga, that's in the stars) When I'm back in the city I'm mixing Givenchy with Christian Dior (nigga, know what you start) And these hoes tryna get me They lookin' for comments like Lira Galore (Lira Galore) I'm back in my city I hopped out of prison and jumped on the Forbes Bust down what? Bust down this Big drip what? Big drip this Fifteen K for my muhfuckin' finger (grrt, grrt) Keep twenty-two shots in my muhfuckin' stick (baow, baow, baow, baow) I'm back in my bag, 'Sace (my bag) Don't get me mad, fache (don't get me mad) Bitch, I'm a Suvi, I make a movie (bitch, I'm a what?) Right in front your Barclay (like, woo) Don't let me up it and leave it stuck (Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow, baow) pardon me (Don't let me, don't let me, grraow, baow, grraow) pardon me I'm back in my bag, 'Sace (in my bag) Don't get me mad, fache (don't get me mad) Bitch, I'm a Suvi, I make a movie (bitch, I'm a what?) Right in front your Barclay (like, woo) Don't let me up it and leave it stuck (Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow, baow) pardon me (Don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow, baow) pardon me