sabbir - f(x) (OUT OF THE FUNXION) (Official Audio)

Prod. Sabbir Maraj
Songwriting: Sabbir Maraj
Recorded by: Sabbir Maraj

Chorus:

Yeah, we’re outta the coup, uh
Yeah, we’re out getting loose, uh
Yeah, fuck you and your truce, uh
Yeah, man I feel like a brute, uh
Yeah, you have nothing to prove
Yeah, you sins overdue
Uh, this shit feel like a zoo
Uh, cause we’re out with the crew

Out the (uh)
Out the (uh)
Out the uh, out the uh (Get it up, get it up, get it up)
Out the (uh)
Pow, pow, pow
Flex up
Flex up
Out the function (what)
Out the function (what)
Out the function (what)
Why do you keep on runnin?
Cause we ain’t stopping

Verse 1:

For once lemme clarify something
Everything I say is what you say mothafucka

You put a 20 on a neck, feeling like you will be respected
You have lost your own leverage, all of y’all are so repetitive
None of y’all never felt any pain, you get hurt it won’t even stain
Could knock y’all with the flick of the wrist, on you mushy ass fucking brains

Maybe I can knock some sense like of a ring of a bell Bing-Bong! He tripping
He’s an alcoholic that knows nothing
So shut the fuck up, you retarded

I don’t give a fuck, you can’t tell me nothing
I’m the new Kanye, he’s fucking tripping
Using AI on a verse, I’m grateful he’s not as worse cuz we don’t talk about _____ (Uh)

Should be locked up with Drizzy, maniacally, maliciously begging death upon’ em
They think I’m seeking attention, yeah right, I’m speaking my truth, I don’t care about views
Don’t want no cosigns, I care about mine, y’all full of lies
Fuck y’all that commit crimes, more worth than a dime

Any, way, I went bit off traaaaack.
Now, that I cut ties, hope you stay mad
I just, hate motha, fuckers, that lie all the time
Don’t worry you’re going to heaven man, just kill yourself bitch.

Chorus:

Yeah, we’re outta the coup, uh
Yeah, we’re out getting loose, uh
Yeah, fuck you and your truce, uh
Yeah, man I feel like a brute, uh
Yeah, you have nothing to prove
Yeah, you sins overdue
Uh, this shit feel like a zoo
Uh, cause we’re out with the crew

Out the (uh)
Out the (uh)
Out the uh, out the uh (Get it up, get it up, get it up)
Out the (uh)
Pow, pow, pow
Flex up
Flex up
Out the function (what)
Out the function (what)
Out the function (what)
Why do you keep on runnin?
Cause we ain’t stopping

Verse 2:

It’s been a real long ass time
Need to get this out right
Lost my stutter for a fair trade
Exchanged it cuz I love being so hypocritical

Love being cynical, love being arrogant
To y’all to the people that think they can wrong me
Felt like a presage
I never knew of how to end this

Waiting a long time, becoming impatient
Wanted say shit with no hesitation
Hate mothafuckers that just wanna gossip
Knocked out P plates, cuz they’re so stupid

Cupid’s arrow stabbed the wrong spot
Now I love, what’s wrong in my heart
Fuck them man, they pulled the wrong card
Faking my values to yall motherfuckers is so fucking fun

We hit you, you stunned, I see you, you run
Pretending your brave, your nothing but fun
Asking for money, you not a junkie
You think you’re a psychic, you know nothing

Winter is coming, been sipping on Slurpies
Just feels nice, dunking bottles into ice
Who knew this life, would come up with prices
Guess that’s what I did when I lived in the Brookman
I’m cruising through life, I’ve seen through the light
I’m pushing, pushing this grease to this pipe
I’m winning and relaxing by flying a kite
Now, I’m done, I’m looking for a fight

Celebrating this blessed month, thank god for April
For this life we cannot change, the storm’s subliminal
Flowed in a weak ass trap beat I made in two hours
Switching the tempo just right, shit’s getting boring

(II)

Now I switched it up, hope yall listening cuz these secrets are not gonna be secrets
I swear these motherfuckers tryna act different, but instead I’d rather police it
If you’re looking for smoke, then at this point I’ll give it y’all
Especially those that live in denial and try to convince that everything’s so fucking false

You’re just a curse (x4)
Coming back every two months, saying shit that we have never even heard
Get in that hearse, get in that hearse, get in that hearse, get in that hearse
Might as well just be dead, getting exposed is as worse, ‘specially in a verse

Man, what shit-talking you talkin’ about? You’re saying nonsense hoping it just makes sense
You take every word as an offence, you autist, bitch ass, man get the fuck outta my face
Religion supposed to guide you to the straight and narrow, and now you’re abusing it
You’re using it to your advantage, jusxt cause you worship, doesn’t make you a good person (motherf-)

I swear to God, if there was a bounty on you, you better walk around like
Daft Punk. Doesn’t matter the price, I’ll do what they couldn’t do to
50 Cent. You pussy, bitch ass, motherfucker, self-absorbent piece of fucking shit

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