[Intro]
Tell that bitch to stop
Funked out, loced out (Tell that n***a stop)
Funked out— funk— funked out, loced out

[Chorus]
Funked out— funked out— funked out, loced out (I ain't got nothin' to say, tell that n***a stop)
Funked out— funk— funked out, loced out (I ain't got nothin' to say, tell that bitch to stop)
Funked out— funked out— funked out, loced out (I ain't got nothin' to say, tell that n***a stop)
Funked out— funk— funked out, loced out (I ain't got nothin' to say, tell that bitch to stop)
Funked out— funked out—

[Verse 1]
Bitch, it's been a lil' minute, just peep how I kick it
My fingers been itching, been thumbed through a million
Mama told me, "Boy, listen, it get tricky"
Cop at the door said I got the cup with me
Problems been problems since Bobby and Whitney
Pockets been loaded, know this shit gеt eerie
Poetically speakin', on point likе a deacon
I'm seasoned for tweakin', just give me a reason
Bitches been bitchin', don't move like I'm interested
Sorry, bitch, I got no love for that simple shit
Lipton on ice, I'm outside tryna freak a bitch
Movin' accordingly, slick master penmanship
Vibes in this bitch, done fucked up like that Melly shit
Who I'ma trust? Casket closed
We will never know, alone in the Rolls
Don't want no shots in the dome, take me home
[Chorus]
Funked out, loced out (I ain't got nothin' to say, tell that n***a stop)
Funked out— funk— funked out, loced out (I ain't got nothin' to say, tell that bitch to stop)
Funked out— funked out— funked out, loced out (I ain't got nothin' to say, tell that n***a stop)
Funked out— funk— funked out, loced out (I ain't got nothin' to say, tell that bitch to stop)
Funked out— funked out—

[Verse 2]
Seat sat back at the red light
Flashes from the headlights
Keep a n***a mind racing every night
Rumble from motor got the lil' bitch mouth achin'
I been runnin' laps, I think I need me new ankles
Only out at night, I think I like a lil' danger
Time after time, I done learned keep your banger
Back from the dead, I done spawned out the manger
Hit her with the dick and made her tap, Kurt Angle
Bodies in the bushes, think I'm doing favors
Mama never loved you, send you on your way
Slide for the guys, never trip 'bout no favors
Crammed in my backseat, bitches come all flavors
This right here for all my losers
Don't you forget, you can't let it consume you
Put down that Ruger, boy
Lookin' foolish, holes in your medulla, boy
[Chorus]
Funked out, loced out (I ain't got nothin' to say, tell that n***a stop)
Funked out— funk— funked out, loced out (I ain't got nothin' to say, tell that bitch to stop)
Funked out— funked out— funked out, loced out (I ain't got nothin' to say, tell that n***a stop)
Funked out— funk— funked out, loced out (I ain't got nothin' to say, tell that bitch to stop)
Funked out— funked out—