Fundz

[Intro]
Koll

[Verse 1: Ty Wild & PE$O PETE]
I do this shit for the fun and the funds
You broke and broken, at the lowest lows
And all that hopin' hopeless, hatin' what you become
Brodie shady, I ain't throwin' shade, he make me tote the heater, he can soak in the Sun
Don't compete, capeesh, I already won
Dome recede, recieve my dough and I'm done
(Aye, Yeah, Bitch)
Muhfuckers talkin' 'bout back in the day
They backless, put no back in it
Back in my ways, now they backin' away
He runnin' home, but I'm taggin' his base
That ball in his court, but it jam and hе spaced
Shaqtin' a Fool, while I'm Shaq in the paint
His chick offеr goose as she gander my way
I like real bitches when they lashes is fake (Yeah)

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE]
Smokin’ exotic
Like whatchamacallit
Ain’t no beef wit this SIG, only potential pop him
Got that bitch on my balls, now she Bakugon brawlin’
You know I stay with that same team, why we solid
Ain’t no money ‘round me, then Yung PE$O obnoxious
I’m like, “point to a problem”
I’ma line ‘em all up, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout columns
Bitch, I came from that dirty, my life was solemn
That’s why PE$O solid, I’m rock like Golem
You cannot stop ‘em
I’m on that—eh, she on my dick gobbin’
If it ain’t ‘bout that money, said, “switch up the topic”
Bitch, I got options
Watch how I said that, she watch how she talkin’
‘Fraid I might hawk her
I know some jits who just demons, they chalkers
I’m off that lean, I’m a dead man walkin’
(Hahaha!)

[Verse 3: Shofu & Jeesh]
PE$O was leanin', he passed me a cup of the Wock
She gon' climb up my arm 'cause my wrist is a rock
In the kitchen with Django, I'm whippin' a pot
Yo' bitch say that I'm handsome, I get that a lot
I was fuckin' this thot, I was up in her pancreas
Straight off the top, I don't know, I be sayin' shit
Still tryna play with that heat, like I'm Damian
I'm tryna fuck every bitch in my radius
Glock in my pocket, I limp for kilometers
She abandoned her morals, she heard I was popular
Bitch, I need me a queen, I can't fuck with no commoners
New pair of shoes, I was still in her box
Just took his bitch, I was stealin' her box
Tetris games in the whip, I was spinnin' his block
And if he wanting peace, then it's two at his top (And if he wanting peace, then it's two at his top, grrah!)

[Verse 4: Jeesh & Anonymuz]
Aye, huh? I'm on gang flow, again!
Chopper a Death Note, I walk with pens
Say that he nice, it's a means to an end
Walk down on his house, it get toppled within
If the oven come out, then it's burnin' your skin
Stolo ridin' with turbulence, stay strapped in
Boca Town with the dreidels, they know how to spin
If he miss, then we do it again
(Yeah, Huh? Aye)
We send him up to—fuck that, he goin' down there
Boy, you can't say jit 'cause you ain't from around there
You pull up to BR Town, you know I don the crown there
Autopsy in Moncler
I hope that he lookin' fresh when he up in that box
Feelin' shells? Don't get too shocked
(This beat sound like the one off that song that I dropped, the fuck? (Yeah, yeah))

[Verse 5: Anonymuz]
Walk down on niggas, they think it's a faceoff
K rip his face off, let's have a K off
Ho, call me Knuckles, I came with the chaos
Ain't pay yo' dues, how you think thats gon' pay off? (Uh)
Keep talkin', yo' niggas call you with a seance
I take yo' money, yo' bitch, and yo' fans
And won't switch up no plans
'Cause I can't take a day off (Uh)
She got one hand on the blick and one hand on my head
Hand on my dick, I put hands on yo' partner
And hands on yo' momma, put hands on yo' friends
We could throw hands or tote cannons instead
Beat up yo' manager, plan out yo' end
I'll whip this muhfuckin' jet 'round the planet
To get 'round his ass, shit don't plan out, it's dead