Fundip ft. Quin Nfn Lyrics

Yea yea yeah

That thing glued to me

Beatdemons in yo ear

Yeah

I'm clutching the beyblade the way i let my gun rip

I was just on pissy mattress practicing a front flip

Now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fundip

Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich

Asked her what she's on she said some paper that make both of us

I came up out that dirty by myself niggas wasn't coaching us

This drank aint round a clip talking wockisha we can toast it up

I might get a little facial from your bay to help me sober up

The city claim lil quin the one lowkey that shit honoring

And any nigga play bound to get his issue I can promise you

I just hit yo chick and now I'm dipping like a condiment

She came to come swallow cuz the condo look astonishing

Baby K came with some breast to flex should of did modeling

Aint just for some neck she asked for sex I wont acknowledge you

Popped a Percocet just for the stressed and woke up vomiting (Damn)

New Baliency runners look like guns I be vibing em

Know we in the fields like some linemen how we tackle blocks

New cartier this forty one double M look like a apple watch

known to sit em down just like a lounge we out here passing shots

Why you at the crib sitting on your ass you want a bag or not?

I'm clutching the beyblade the way i let my gun rip (Boom Boom)

I was just on pissy mattress practicing a front flip (I was)

Now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fundip (run)

Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich (yeah i did)

I aint want her cat she sent racks and it got thru to me (we good)

I aint cool with dude but dude lowkey think he cool with me

We gone stick to beefing boy you tweaking talkin bout unity (boom boom boom)

Know we trained to go boy hate yo hoe cuz she be choosing me (hate yo bitch)

Then go hit the road for that new pack cuz it got flew to me (it got flew )

Niggas leave they side when we come slide it happens usually

We the ones getting pussy niggas kick out the community (pussy)

Whole click full of steppers they know all the shooters cool with me

They fucking supporters they said Quincho and them some fan lovers

Aint no pick or choosers we will serve this to yo grandmother (damn)

Might go get that switch like a bad kid and make my hand stutter

I aint got to move at all Ill just let them bands touch ya

Come and play with quin the situation gone be hideous

Me and bro was outside all summer furb-a-findieous

Drop down a we (Pew-Pew-Pew-Boom) and show we serious

This stick will make a nigga say oooweeee like bobby bill (damn)

I'm clutching the beyblade the way i let my gun rip (Boom Boom)

I was just on pissy mattress practicing a front flip (I was)

now I pull my stick up out this pouch I call it fundip (run)

Took a risk and gained a lot that gamble got me dumb rich (yeah I did)

I aint want her cat she sent racks and it got thru to me

I aint cool with dude but dude lowkey think he cool with me

We gone stick to beefing boy you tweaking talkin bout unity

Know we trained to go boy hate yo hoe cuz she be choosing me