Funkmaster Flex - Re Route Lyrics

Ain’t with the funny shit, load up a hunnid clip

You already know who I’m comin’ with (Who you wit’?)

If it’s lit, then it’s lit, y’all know how we get it

We drop shit for the fuck of it (How you get?)

If he make a mistake and move wrong

With no hesitation, Monte uppin’ it (Boom)

If it’s ten K on this nigga’s head

Fuck that, we gon’ double it (Hah)

I went the wrong way (What?), I had to reroute (Skrrt)

These is bloody shoes (What?), I’m gonna bleed out

If she can’t get away from her nigga (Don’t you tell tell her)

I tell her, “Sneak out” (Don’t you dare)

Don’t pull on my mans (You gotta), I gotta keep out

Then I put ’em on molly and Xans, I gotta geek now

Middle fingers to the opps, you know how we rock (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

It ain’t no options, R.I.P. to Pop Smoke

If we find out who did it, y’all know we gon’ pop them

Red beam, .30, shot ’em, drop ’em, I’m just bein’ honest

Ayy, yo, D, when you got ’em? (D, I got ’em, nigga)

Want mission accomplished (Baow)

Back to this rap shit, back to the topic

Count up the profit (Huh?)

I pull up with a bad bitch (Skrrt)

By the end of the night, we gettin’ it poppin’ (Wii)

Speak about rap shit

I hear all the hate, I hear all the gossip

But I promised Boobie I’ma chill, for real

So don’t let me break that promise (Gang, gang)

Everything litty, everything digital

Put that on God (Nigga, that’s io the stars)

When I’m back in the city

I’m mixing Givenchy with Christian Dior (Nigga, know what you start)

And these hoes tryna get me

They lookin’ for comments like Lira Galore (Lira Galore)

I’m back in my city

I hopped out of prison and jumped on the Forbes

Bust down what? Bust down this

Big drip what? Big drip this

Fifteen K for my muhfuckin’ finger (Grrt, grrt)

Keep twenty-two shots in my muhfuckin’ stick (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

I’m back in my bag, [?] (In my bag)

Don’t get me mad, [?] (Don’t get me mad)

Bitch, I’m a Suvi, I make a movie (Bitch, I’m a what?)

Right in front your Barclay (Like, woo)

Don’t let me up it and leave it stuck

(Don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me, baow, baow, baow) ‘Partment

(Don’t let me, don’t let me, grraow, baow, grraow) ‘Partment

I’m back in my bag, [?] (In my bag)

Don’t get me mad, [?] (Don’t get me mad)

Bitch, I’m a Suvi, I make a movie (Bitch, I’m a what?)

Right in front your Barclay (Like, woo)

Don’t let me up it and leave it stuck

(Don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me, baow, baow, baow) ‘Partment

(Don’t let me, don’t let me, baow, baow, baow) ‘Partment