Re Route
Funkmaster Flex Lyrics

Ain't with the funny shit, load up a hunnid clip
I don't tolerate any games, I'm carrying a hundred-round magazine.

You already know who I'm comin' with (who you wit'?)
You know exactly who's with me, don't even ask.

If it's lit, then it's lit, y'all know how we get it
If it's popping, it's popping, and you know how we party.

We drop shit for the fuck of it (how you get?)
We put out music for fun, just because we can.

If he make a mistake and move wrong
If he slips up and makes a misstep,

With no hesitation, Monte uppin' it (boom)
We'll pull the trigger without a second thought.

If it's ten K on this nigga's head
If there's a $10,000 bounty on this person,

Fuck that, we gon' double it (hah)
We won't settle for that, we'll increase the reward.

I went the wrong way (what), I had to reroute (skrrt)
I took the wrong path and had to find a new route.

These is bloody shoes (what), I'm gonna bleed out
These shoes are stained with blood, I'm going to die.

If she can't get away from her nigga (don't you tell tell her)
If she can't leave her man, don't advise her to do so.

I tell her, 'Sneak out' (don't you dare)
I suggest that she sneaks out quietly.

Then I put 'em on molly and Xans, I gotta geek now
Then I take drugs and get high, I have to be energized.

Middle fingers to the opps,they know how we rock (baow, baow, baow, baow)
We're flipping off our enemies, they know how we operate.

It ain't no options, R.I.P. to Pop Smoke
We have no choice but to take revenge for Pop Smoke's death.

If we find out who did it, y'all know we gon' pop them
If we discover who's responsible, we'll kill them.

Red beam, .30, shot 'em, drop 'em, I'm just bein' honest
With a laser sight and powerful rifle, I'll shoot and kill them. I'm being truthful.

Ayy, yo, D, when you got 'em? (D, I got 'em, nigga)
Hey, D, when will you acquire the weapons? (I already have them, man.)

Want mission accomplished (baow)
We want to achieve our goal (take out our enemies).

Back to this rap shit, back to the topic
Let's return to talking about hip hop.

Count up the profit (huh?)
Calculate the earnings (what?)

I pull up with a bad bitch (skrrt)
I arrive with an attractive woman.

By the end of the night, we gettin' it poppin' (woo)
By the end of the night, we're going to be having a great time.

Speakin' 'bout rap shit
Talking about the world of hip hop.

I hear all the hate, hear all the gossip
I'm aware of all the negativity and rumors.

But I promised Boobie I'ma chill, for real
But I made a promise to Boobie that I'll relax, seriously.

So don't let me break that promise (gang, gang)
So don't make me go back on my word.

Everything litty, everything digital
Everything is cool, everything is online.

Put that on God (nigga, that's in the stars)
I swear to God (literally, it's in the stars).

When I'm back in the city
When I return to the city.

I'm mixing Givenchy with Christian Dior (nigga, know what you start)
I'm blending high-end fashion brands, you better recognize.

And these hoes tryna get me
And these women are trying to seduce me.

They lookin' for comments like Lira Galore (Lira Galore)
They're seeking attention like Lira Galore on social media.

I'm back in my city
I'm back in my hometown.

I hopped out of prison and jumped on the Forbes
I was released from jail and made a lot of money immediately.

Bust down what? Bust down this
What are you saying? Bust down what? (I'm not saying anything, I'm just showing off my jewelry).

Big drip what? Big drip this
What are you talking about? Big drip what? (I'm not saying anything, I'm just showing off my style).

Fifteen K for my muhfuckin' finger (grrt, grrt)
My finger cost me $15,000 (referring to a diamond ring).

Keep twenty-two shots in my muhfuckin' stick (baow, baow, baow, baow)
I keep twenty-two bullets in my firearm.

I'm back in my bag, 'Sace (my bag)
I'm back in my groove, wearing Givenchy.

Don't get me mad, fache (don't get me mad)
Don't upset me, fache.

Bitch, I'm a Suvi, I make a movie (bitch, I'm a what?)
I'm living like a celebrity, I'm making a film (what did you say?).

Right in front your Barclay (like, woo)
Right in front of your bank (implying a robbery).

Don't let me up it and leave it stuck
Don't make me use my gun and leave it behind.

(Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow, baow) pardon me
(Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me, shoot, shoot, shoot) excuse me.

(Don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow, baow) pardon me
(Don't let me, don't let me, shoot, shoot, shoot) excuse me.