Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Funky Kong, artist - Sada Baby. Date of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Funky Kong |
| Ayy, uh, freaky bitch, you is just that |
| Unless I say otherwise, get the fuck back, huh |
| Call of Duty, real life on the Rust map |
| Hit him from an angle, guaranteed he can’t bust back, huh |
| It’s a fact you dyin' first if I up strap |
| If he a number one seed, this an upset |
| Them niggas can’t fuck with gang, I must say |
| In high school, be done hit you with a lunch tray |
| On the Eastside off drank, not D’USSÉ |
| Lookin' for a lil' hoodrat Beyoncé, huh |
| Catch an opp, leave him with the 'bout-to-drop face |
| Last sight he see is my face with the chop Drac' |
| Hmm, cook a nigga quick like an hotplate |
| Skuba Manchester if you hop my gate |
| I ain’t your man, freaky bitch, get out my face, huh |
| Pussy ain’t fat enough, you ain’t my taste |
| And your baby daddy a pussy nigga, I be done killed him |
| All them bullets scatter, they ra-ta-ta-ta up out the pistol |
| Catch a nigga lackin', if he survive, I’ma pistol-whip him |
| 'Cause I’m an unsatisfied criminal individual |
| Got a four-five on my side, flip him with a nickel, huh |
| Sed shot that nigga 'cause I forgot to dribble |
| Zay pass that bitch, huh, I’ma green light |
| Mmm, mmm, MAC thing, ah, got that bitch from Skilla, uh |
| Yeah, I got the moment, yeah, I got the guala, huh |
| Get to beatin' my chest, my wolves get to hollerin', huh |
| Know I really get the cream, leave them niggas sour, huh |
| Pour some drank up in my glass, give them boys an hour, huh |
| Put them hitters on your ass, uh, uh, huh |
| Turn 'em to a ghost, know I got that power |
| And I got a tommy gun, this bitch move mountains |
| Shoot niggas in they shit, we don’t shoot no clouds |
| We don’t shoot for clout, huh |
| Freeze tag with that bitch, you froze, you out |
| Playin' both sides of that bitch, I’ll close you out |
| You ain’t gettin' off no shots, it’s over, shut down whenever you bome to my |
| town |
| Know them niggas huntin' you, you know they bome for you, huh |
| Know them niggas bomin' for you, boy, them guns for you, huh |
| And niggas tryna bump into you, ain’t gon' run from you, hmm |
| Don’t worry 'bout it, boy, that’s what I’m tellin' you |
| Huh, pull a hammer on that nigga, put a nail in you |
| Extra dick same size as turtle, put a shell in you, huh |
| I’ll make a nigga wish they oh wellin' you, huh |
| Keep fishin', get swung on, whale on you |
| I’ll leave you hung like you Sonic, got Tails on you |
| Act like you blind to the facts, go Braille on you, huh |
| No opp left behind, can’t fail on you, huh |
| Put some money on your head like it fell on you, uh |
| Off syrup and off nay, ho, same time |
| Gold gun, one shot, Skuba James Bond |
| Seven bitches tatted me on they waistline |
| Ten more went and got the same kind |
| Type of choppers we got like to change minds, huh |
| My chop drop opps, never change mine, huh |
| Bitch’ll throw a nigga up like a gang sign |
| This bitch’ll throw a nigga up like you drunk as hell |
| This bitch’ll leave him on the yard like he up for sale, huh |
| Leave him sleepin' behind bars 'fore I buy him his cell, huh |
| Leave him sleep off them bars, don’t fuck with them pills |
| If it’s up, then it’s real |
| You gon' up and get killed |
| I know you see my niggas 'nem turnin' up in the field |
| I know you see my niggas havin' all this get-back, hmm |
| See us pressin', better not get pressed |
| If you don’t get stretched, then I ain’t impressed, duh |
| Freaky bitch, you is just that |
| Unless I say otherwise, get the fuck back, huh |
| Call of Duty, real life on the Rust map |
| Hit him from an angle, guaranteed he can’t bust back, huh |
| It’s a fact you dyin' first if I up strap |
| If he a number one seed, this an upset |
| Them niggas can’t fuck with gang, I must say |
| In high school, be done hit you with a lunch tray |
| (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) |