nu_centri - function freestyle lyrics
[intro: nu centri]
robot, robot
robot, robot
[chorus: nu centri]
b+tch, i’m in the function, not the trap, but i still work the metal
that boy think its a hotbox the way he want the smoke to settle
all black in the whip with the krang, b+tch, we push the pedal
that boy think he gang, i let him know when his stomach settle
no this ain’t a chain swingin’, b+tch, it’s my f+ckin’ medal
you can hear this thing blingin’ on the walls, in the trap halls
[verse 1: zaskiiiii & nu centri]
i’m a trapaholic in the trap, sippin’ alcohol like an alcoholic
smokin’ on whatcha call it
we got rats in the trap, so we need a trap too
we need a trap too, trap too, i’ma need a trap too
keep on playin’, i’ma really have to shoot you
big 7 in my blood, you know i shoot you
7 in my veins, 7 in my brain, i got 7 in my veins, and i got 7 in my paint
i just made some hits, i just made a play
i just bring a g+lock and a switch, okay
switched up on us like a quarterback, okay
b+tch, please don’t test me today
cuz, i say o+, i say o+
ayy, b+tch
b+tch, i done got too d+mn shiesty
feelin’ myself exit my body
x p hittin’ like a rocket
for real b+tch, so shiesty
boy, he said he got that rocket, but he ain’t finna pop it
i’ma keep on shockin’, dont be cryin’ when i make it to the top
i’ma keep on makin’ rock, i’ma keep on sellin’ coke
i’ma keep on sellin’ crack rocks in my sack, watch
i’m on the top, i’m on the top
i’m on the top, b+tch, look at my watch
rolex offset, 30 gram i’ma cop
i’ma cop, i’ma cop, i’ma cop
i’m not the feds, i’m not what you think i is
i be standin’, lookin’ like yeat in this b+tch
i can’t stand you, i can’t stand you
i can’t stand yo mom, i can’t stand you
b+tch, i forgot who you is
i don’t know who you is, i+ i+ i+
[verse 2: nu centri]
f+ck yo b+tch n’ publish it
f+ck yo fit, it’s gutter drip
summer comes, b+tter wrist, i made her fall in love with it
baby gobble up this d+ck, i up the stick and let it smoke
heard you tryna diss, it gets explicit, we on go (robot, robot, robot)
[chorus: nu centri]
b+tch, i’m in the function, not the trap, but i still work the metal
that boy think its a hotbox the way he want the smoke to settle
all black in the whip with the krang, b+tch, we push the pedal
that boy think he gang, i let him know when his stomach settle
no this ain’t a chain swingin’, b+tch, it’s my f+ckin’ medal
you can hear this thing blingin’ on the walls, in the trap halls
[outro: nu centri]
robot, robot
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