You in the mix for my boy DJ Funk
Keep it movin', baby
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DJ Funk!
I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm goin' places, shawty
I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm goin' places, shawty
I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm goin' places, shawty
I just touched down
I just touched down in my city on chrome
Working wood wheel from a yella gettin' dome
Gators on my toes, love how I'm livin'
Aye, tell me what I'm doing if I ain't fuckin' pimpin'?
I had some major setbacks but I'm still grindin'
Haters love to see me down but I'm still shinin'
Rollin' paper real and it' trill gettin' dough
I got a little hustle plus I'm good with my flow
Push it to the mass when I spit it to a bitch
I tell her, "Get this money, have no love for a trick"
It's all about this [?], girl, you gotta be a beast
And can't no ho around my city 'scape my mouthpiece
Somethin' like gold-diggin'—call me a Mack
I put 'em on the track and they bring it right back
[?] is my tile, stretchin' out for miles
We about to groove out my [?] professional
I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm goin' places, shawty
I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm goin' places, shawty
I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm goin' places, shawty
I just touched down
I just got paid, workin' on slab, while y'all was watchin'
Cartoons I was peepin' Shaft
I'm only 18 but I'm feared by the grown folk
Ain't that Bobby Brown, but my rappin' shit is strong though
Put it in your face, every bar and every line
Gettin' cash like Rae, I'm a pimp in my mind
And a king in my grind, fuck you, think different
They call his ass "'Nique" 'cause my flow so gifted
Still holler "greater, later" to my niggas locked up
All them OGs, that sew them fuckin' blocks up
[?] holler at a player
A hater best keep walkin' if it ain't about paper
Trill in my field, down like Four Flat
Tires on the cut-throat, SS, or a Cadillac
See, they might've slithered off the syrup I been sippin'
Came out my momma's womb breathin' life into this pimpin'
(DJ Funk)
I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm goin' places, shawty
I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm goin' places, shawty
I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm goin' places, shawty
I just touched down
You dealing with a country fly, certified country flow
M-I-crooked letter, the Return of forever, ho
Super duper clean on the scene pop my collar back
Prada hella-fied when I'm round like selling power pats
K.R.I.T. P-I-M-P owe you, where my dollars at?
You ain't bout this vision that I'm kicking then don't holla back
Pimpin' is my child, stretching out for miles
Street and block approved on my whole professional
I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm goin' places, shawty
I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm goin' places, shawty
I just touched down—aye, what it is, shawty? (Yeah!)
I'm goin' places, shawty
I just touched down
